What They Never Tell You.

Dear Sir,
If it’d be alright,
I’d like to give it all back.
I promise I will return it to the shelf gently,
Just like you had it—
Looking idyllic and perfect and magic,
And pristine in all the ways everyone
Always imagines these things--
In exchange for my place back
In the center of the aisle,
With my usual time at 4:43 in the afternoon
Where I’d come by and dream,
And wish that I could find a way to make It mine.
Because you see sir,
That pretty thing that you sell on that shelf
Is all sharp and glass on its insides.
It attaches to the skin far too easily
While you’re distracted by its ability
To make everything seem right,
Then it becomes a part of your everything.
Until one night it gets a little too dark,
And It gets a little too restless,
It shatters from its core and pains your insides,
Exactly as the warnings they never tell you about.
And nobody can stay like that,
Shattered all the time,
Messy all the time.
Where your only hopes
Are attempts at scars,
And your fingers scrape, and hurt in the morning,
So you can’t hold or touch anything for weeks.
And in the corner of the room, is what you’ve
Managed to rip free, Along with the bits
Of your skin its taken with it.
And there are holes along the
Insides of your heart, and tired soul.
And you think you hear it crying,
But it’s too muffled for you to tell.
And sir, I just don’t know that it’s worth it,
To lose your head over your heart,
To become what you never were.
No, Sir,
I’d rather watch from afar,
With some potential made
Of wondering in my hands
And some hope in my eyes,
Than know what it is to actually own it,
And to feel with every step
That parts of me are missing.

So sir, if you could, plan out a reason
Why it shouldn’t be sold in the future.
So when these young ones bring it to the counter,
You can make them put it back in
The light where it’s safe,
And when the old ones bring it to the counter,
You can make them put it back
In the case of ddealism and dreaming brand,
And maybe, just, be a protector.
Because I’m afraid if you won’t, sir,
Nobody else will.
And I don’t know how much more
Any of us can take before
We just break apart for good.