Did we become adults?
or am I just someone who doesn't know how to grow up and out of it.
How do I grow out of you?
You, who is the Skull.
covered in ink and staining my hands
held so softly, but only spoken in-between steps I take
walking when the house is empty
I act as if I have not always known you in this way
within knowing, as in letting; as in holding.
branching out as long as I become the God
the balanced mix of enlightened jealousy I utterly cling to
What would have happened if I held on tighter?
Sharing the room now?
It feels all the same, I have known you as one.
I love to see your development
I wish I could change, too.
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