Older

And it still gets ugly

And you still taste the blood

But you have more fight in you

Than you ever did when you were young

And you told me

About the phone in your hand,

The tears leaving rivers

Crashing down your face

Tears mixing with blood

An ocean of salt and

You were barely floating

And there was screaming

A lot of it,

But you’re okay now, you say,

you’re okay.

Your nose is no longer broken,

The bruises are all healed,

You’re taller and stronger–

You think it makes you look older,

I think it makes you look alive.