There you are again.
Everytime I try to pick up my pen and concentrate on something other than the way your voice sounds in my ear
Sending shivers up my spine like butterflies flapping their paper thin wings against my skin
You float back to the front of my mind.
I cant quite put my finger on what it is
But even the thought of you sends my stomach into a series of zero gravity flips.
Maybe its your hot breath on my neck when you whisper in my ear.
You said you like how my eyes are always a different colour, giving you something new to look at each day.
But I like yours.
Bright blue, unchanging, bone chilling,
But most of all I like se
Everyone is born a helpless creature, pink and shiny.
Our bodies bared for the world to see.
Our hearts are worn on our sleeves and our emotions are left out to linger.
And we're happy in our fantasy world all wrapped up and safe.
But we grow up. And slowly, through the scolding of parents and harsh words from peers we create a shell.
Something cozy and warm to hide our shiny pink insides.
We are no longer vulnerable.
But over the years as we get older, our shell weakens to the new forces it faces.
So, we build it up. We add metal plates with steel bolts, because no one can hurt what they can't touch.
We are released into the battlefiel
I want you! He said.
Bright lights and colors filled the streets with posters I could never forget.
The coming of an new age.
The forming of a new breed.
They raised us saying we owed our lives to our country and we believed.
Everything we did was tainted with the falsities of what they wanted us to be.
The bedtime stories laced with metaphors we would never understand until the time came for us to be shipped off to war.
Every able bodied boy told one day he'd be a man
One day he'll have all the glory.
One day he'll strike down the enemy in the name of his land.
One day he'll understand why it is so important for him to fight for his countr
