does your heart become too much to hold

i was fifteen lost

walking in tall grass laughing and crying

i was so high

my body was gangly and moved like mud

i would slump to the ground laughing mid sentence

i was stoned i never took anything very seriously i was filled with anger i needed you

sweetly vulnerable

too trusting too optimistic

born by wolves

stranded in a box

left there to assimilate into society

please don’t raise your voice at me

i cry very easily

they tease me for it

they think i deserve my pain and they tell me so