i thought i could feel honesty breathing
softness lends its neck to betrayal
in a whisper
before we'd ever know how to be children.
innocence relieves sadness,
trite bullshit philosophy stings
eversosweetly
shouting and banging on the windows
in a modern day materialist palace.

we miss a moment every time we shut our eyes,
even if just to dream.

callouses squeak on hardwood floors.
the bottoms of our feet,
filthy with the agony of daily purpose,
hum the blues every time we take a step.
even if we're dancing on wet grass,
we can still pretend to hear them sigh through their soles.

we all thought sweetness was free
until we became consumed
with dumping our lives into dirty rivers
and watching them drown
momentarily sending bubbles to the surface.

i'd never want you to know
how often i expel what i consume.
i'll never tell you.
i'll never look back.

silence is honesty too.