maybe you aren't

maybe you aren't aaron. maybe aaron wasn't evil. maybe you're still Love if they cover you in Monster. maybe your charisma isn't for the poor pose of manipulation. maybe you aren't laughing at me right now michael. maybe the general theme really isn't that i'm a sucker for being opened and raped. maybe you weren't actually that sexual. maybe i don't have to be so defensive. but what it wrought-ly certain of- the difference in realities- causing rippage- but mostly.
you don't notice me. (but mostly)
you clearly don't care about me. (even as)
a person I
lay bleeding from
an old wound
you pass by colloquilly
like a summer blockbuster
in a few weeks your ratings go down
after new things come along
and this IS the definition of FORGOTTEN

because the child is learning to see beyond instant gratification of even a long drawn out complicated dream
because.. it's okay to be enthusiastic.

There are always more blockbuster hollywood renditions of reality to pass up more assuredly than ever before
in the
future of
a disenchanted youth
rising
and drenching themselves in gold liquid moist