regress.

[childisgone]

i used to believe in dimples
and candy canes, train sets
and mary janes, magic markers
and summer rain

but silence speaks ten
thousand words
when you find yourself
a decade older, a century worn
shoeless, white, with tights a'torn

shaking fingers, soggy hair
breasts without a shirt to wear
staring glassy-eyed, no words to share
i'm drifting, fading, blank and bare

and no one will ever love me.

Just trying to get back on the horse. Ignore this. Really.