What? What did I say?
Who knew that silence meant so much
& words could shatter this grace?
They never seem useful enough
But then here

Here we are
Dumb as children and every inch as left out
Unfeeling as a scar; Blind as kittens
finding the world with our lips & fingers
& failures & tongues
Not broken but breaking and ever so achingly young

What? What did I miss?
A couple sundays-maybe three but
On the fourth we lock jaws in a kiss
My eyes open to see if your eyes are closed

Here we are
Scared as hell but too stupid to know it
Bravely leading the charge full of hope
And a sick sense of honor
With heros & slogans & war on our tongues
Not broken but breaking and so fucking achingly young

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