If I was a little bit younger I’d know what to say.
Because children don’t know what they’re risking, they don’t know what’s brave.
They’ve never felt the blade, so they don’t know the knife.
But you taught me quick what a cut was. You taught me to hide.
I can’t believe I am letting this happen again.
You opened up hell’s doorway and I walked right in.
I’d like to say I was innocent, but that’s not the truth.
I knew exactly what I wanted, and I wanted you.
So why am I shocked to be standing here, covered in cuts?
Promises from your dirty mouth never really meant much.
Honestly, I wanted proof I could steal your loot back.
That innocent girl’s shiny heart with no chips and no cracks.
This time, as I watch you go, I don’t hit my knees.
I don’t beg to the sky. I stand up, and I turn to leave.
Maybe I’ll never get back those young, innocent eyes,
But I’d rather be scarred as I am, than a child who’s blind.
Copyright 2014 Jessica Kelley