10.50

It hurts too much to remember but asking me to wipe my mind of it is like requesting the sky to turn green it's like trying to go back in time to remind the girl that mouths are houses that hold secrets with no gates or padlocks to keep them safe that your eyes were the perfect shade of trust and your presence brought along the same comfort a mother brings her child that I never had and that the words you spoke gave her a safe place to land that she now knew was just about as true as a sinkhole which leads to nowhere and now as she's lying with her head in the clouds the sky's still blue and she's wondering how it all ended up this way.