Too Young
But, I was excited on the kitchen couch,
And we drank peach punch like it was water.
You told me I could tell my fortunes in lead.
You told me that it had been there since 14.
I clung to your arms with more need than I have ever known.
I remember fingers, fake nails, and pink.
You told me that it was ok to make little lies.
You told me you loved him since 14.
And right there, in front of the Reichstag, over the bridge,
you crumbled.
I’ve never held a human so tight.
You’ve never loved a son so much.
You told the world we were yours.
The Doenner meat was bacon,
and I swear you were yellow.
Your daughters knew what family meant.
You showed them that they were yours.
And now what?
I guess we get to see what little lies can do.
I wish I could hold you through this.