I saw the title of my document and thought I had named it that.  Turns out I just hadn’t named it anything at all, and that seemed to fit best.

Isn’t it funny how that works out?

It’s in your eyes
Unmissable this time, no lies
No playing pretend, no hiding out,
like I can’t see that broken piece

Floors fall away,
And you are left, it’s not a choice,
not a pick your pleasure moment
No pleasure at all, just broken

I wish I could believe
in children growing up into trees
In make believe, in time to leave
But breath, my breath it breaks

So turn your back,
On ceilings that spin into space
on shapes in the clouds, and thinking aloud
Of potions that change you around

I miss your childlike eyes



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