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No longer innocent, your heart is cold. Surprised, I am surprised. Your brilliance was never one to be dimmed, yet here we sit.

Your dry hands curled around a disintegrating coffee cup, chipped, broken nails tapping against whatever they touch. Eyes cool and distant, no longer looking for the light in life- the color of love. Your lips are pursed, chapped and sad. The wrinkles around your eyes pull tight, your skin is pale and lifeless.

I am scared.

This is not you. This is not the child who wore tutu's during the weekday, who curled up in the sun and sang along to the radio at the top of her lungs. This is not the girl that painted the world with words, who sang love songs to lost teenagers, who wore tights year-round.

Lost. So lost.

A young woman, you are not. Any pretense of innocence has been wiped-angrily swiped away. You smell like alcohol and your eyes are glazed with drugs. There are ash burns on your dirty jacket, and your sleeves are wrinkled at the arm- I can see the indent the band has made in your skin. You walk like the dead, swaying slightly, eying the distance with distaste instead of the wonder and awe as you used to.

What can I do?

I am not sure. You are young yet- there is still so much left to do. We cannot color in the books anymore, I don't think you know what color is. We cannot speak, you're throat is rough from smoke inhalation and screaming away the rough rides. We don't dance down the streets like we used to- your knees ache and your ankles tremble. Music strains your ears, paint fumes send you away in a cheery state, your fingers cramp at the sight of a pen.

What have you done?

Where is the little girl I once knew, so full of life? Where is the young one I hugged with pure delight, the one that knew how to live so brightly that I had to close my eyes? Where is the teenager that cried about boys, flipped her hair and cared about makeup – who lived so fully there was hardly time to breathe? Where is the woman I began to know? Who whisked her away in the night, where did this change come from?

Who sucked out the color and light?

Description
No longer innocent, your heart is cold. Surprised, I am surprised. Your brilliance was never one to be dimmed, yet here we sit.

Your dry hands curled around a disintegrating coffee cup, chipped, broken nails tapping against whatever they touch. Eyes cool and distant, no longer looking for the light in life- the color of love. Your lips are pursed, chapped and sad. The wrinkles around your eyes pull tight, your skin is pale and lifeless.

I am scared.

This is not you. This is not the child who wore tutu's during the weekday, who curled up in the sun and sang along to the radio at the top of her lungs. This is not the girl that painted the world with words, who sang love songs to lost teenagers, who wore tights year-round.

Lost. So lost.

A young woman, you are not. Any pretense of innocence has been wiped-angrily swiped away. You smell like alcohol and your eyes are glazed with drugs. There are ash burns on your dirty jacket, and your sleeves are wrinkled at the arm- I can see the indent the band has made in your skin. You walk like the dead, swaying slightly, eying the distance with distaste instead of the wonder and awe as you used to.

What can I do?

I am not sure. You are young yet- there is still so much left to do. We cannot color in the books anymore, I don't think you know what color is. We cannot speak, you're throat is rough from smoke inhalation and screaming away the rough rides. We don't dance down the streets like we used to- your knees ache and your ankles tremble. Music strains your ears, paint fumes send you away in a cheery state, your fingers cramp at the sight of a pen.

What have you done?

Where is the little girl I once knew, so full of life? Where is the young one I hugged with pure delight, the one that knew how to live so brightly that I had to close my eyes? Where is the teenager that cried about boys, flipped her hair and cared about makeup – who lived so fully there was hardly time to breathe? Where is the woman I began to know? Who whisked her away in the night, where did this change come from?

Who sucked out the color and light?