paper parts

It happens again and now I am devastated
By the stain you left by all your meandering thoughts,
Talking about gold veins in wood grains and people,
Growing horns out of their eyebrows.

But I am a believer in the vitality of sugar
In the shape of tiny cubes, and how it evenly
Disperses through one cup of tea and that it doesn’t escape
Through the steam, like I wish I could.

And as I tell you the truth, I leave out untold steps,
That got me through my gene pool, but I can’t
Bring warmth like the late coming summer months
And there in the living room, where we never lived
Is my magic carpet that never moved.

As an infant I saw my future riddled along the mirage
Of twirling patterns of painted floras, it was a soulless vision
And now everyday the sun burns like the paper in my heart
And I realize that every tree is made just like me
With every hope of reaching a further galaxy.

But the winter leaves frozen tongues and dry bark
That has crack from abuse and warring youth
You fail to realize that but one spark from your
Careless words will set a fire to burn,
Down every last thing I cherish and hold.

And like the ash,
I’ll fly in ever rising circles
Never to come back.