About. My. Rough. Years. Blood. Red. And. True.
Location
for as long as
i breathe
he wore a
uniform
lottery ticket
of death
gamble
never to be won
eight years old
invested not with
glitter
but jitters
oldest
responsibilities
new life
for other lives
flash forward
left behind
a few times
do over often more
special skills
were basic skills
happy memories
far and few
bullies
didn't understand
so they undermine
me never react
but i retreated
loneness became
a trait
he returns
only to never be
there
still alone
to keep others
uninvolved
happy
can't cope
only mope
friends
luxury
love
poison
unsure who i am
can't express
tried to impress
through lead
with my gift
disguised as curse
army brat
breaks down
childhood
to phases
and seasons
like a bad
television reality
never ends
think how lucky
or how unfortunate