time is a thief and grief is our compensation

Time needs a life sentence

for all that it has stolen

my missing memories

the fogginess of 2010

that bowling alley birthday

that i can only remember the scent of

my empty arms of innocence

only a fistful left that i yearn to restore

but Time only steals the bells I'd like to ring

never ones that would gift me blissful ignorance

why not fog over sex, pain, inequality, and death?

death

my loved ones

Time's famous victim

how could i forgive you

if the deterioration of purity is left inside your footprints?

you make me watch the decline slowly, and clean up your mess after

i cant even explain it to the one that deserves an explanation

it's too complex for our nonverbal communication

i promise i am not mad at you.

i am so sorry you're hurting.

you were such a good boy.

don't worry, I'm right here.

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i want to hate you, Time.

but you've gifted me growth

you've given me life and love

christmas mornings and birthday parties

i want to hate you

 but without you, nothing would exist

the only reason i grieve

is because i had time to love

Time may be a thief

but only of what it has already given