Friday, March 30, 2012


i shouldn't post about tj, he is not mine
but belonging to all those lost children in black
to their hearts
i shouldn't cry about tj, he is not mine to cry about
i am not really
i cry for the pain he left behind
but how the ripples move out from here
from one goth child's heart
into the world of confused youth
he had no way to know life
but he did
from all accounts, this child's wisdom was unbounded
he comforted by knowing what they needed
eyeliner, black jacket, purple streak in his hair
scary, giant
farting in diners
walking the halls, all peace
i shouldn't think about tj
he was lucky
he was loved