I Don't Miss It

You were on the porch,
your back against the dirty brick wall;
hiding from the rain.
It was Summer and you were tired.
Tired of the plans and the gossip
and fake friends.
You knew to keep your mouth shut
and listen to the rain.

Wherever we go,
we are still who we are.
There is no greener grass;
just poachers with horns
waiting for us to crack a smile.
They'll laugh and reminisce as they
share our organs and bones.
I dare you to find love in this world.
I dare you to find the edge fire fields,
and come back with your guts.
Then you can come talk to me.