the days when i ran over the concrete to you, sitting on a bench next to the wall newly painted that is now faded by hazy memories and time that washed against it like waves crashing over a beach, the days when i was not afraid for you to know who i was because i didn't yet believe in monsters, and that they used everything you are against you and cut you into pieces pieces pieces and fed you lies lies lies

in this world... you have to know that truth is relative because to liars their lies are the truth so don't believe them when they insist that they are honest, and in this world...

it

is

not

safe

for

people

to

know

who

you

are