stolen
because, because, you know when you know something is meant for you— that scared, excited nod between sender and receiver, divine intervention, a pearl so shiny slippery smooth that drops from the heavens into your muddy filthy hands like a child, who does not know left from right and in the shadows still thinks he is a puppet of a character and too small for the job, any job— and then something so beautiful and otherworldly only stays so charming when admired from a distance.
because you are so plugged full of the ugly human things, greed and envy, you despise the sound of that girl’s laugh because it means they are having fun and not you, and you turn a willing blind eye when the fortune is yours because you are selfish. you want too much for yourself.
because you are scared yes you are so petrified standing there stick like a bone, if you move someone will see you and you don’t deserve to be seen, you are not sure, not worth anyone’s time, you are empty inside, entertain yourself just for the afternoon darling, that’s what you need that’s right, depend on no one this is a cruel world. everything good here has been stolen.