When The Pretty Things Call

I do not remember when
That part is all too blurry for me to begin at
All I remember is the suddenness
The eruption of emotions
Too strong and alien
That forced me along the current.

Then I hated you for being you
Too big for the clothes you wanted
Nails on a chalkboard when you sang
I despised you more when you cried.

You grew sullen in your soul
Something like a blindfold on your eyes
One by one, beautiful strangers came
I led them lead the way.
You stubbed your toes
Banged your head
Hurt your heart
But beautiful people came
And they led the way.

Then the blindfold fell off
We saw the wounds
The trickling path of dried up blood
The silence inside our soul.
Then the glittering broken things
Once more came
But we shook our hands away.

Holding on to you
I cried and cried.
I wish I could fix
Or
Go back in time
And make me understand.

The clothes had grown too small
For who we were becoming
Nails on a chalkboard when you sang
For the voice was kept inside
For us and us alone.

What would have been like
If I loved you more when you cried,
Turned us away from the pretty broken things
And held your hands and led us along.

With all the wounds and scabs
I decided to love you more
Holding on to our truth
We brave it through
Like everyone else here.

Even when the pretty things call
We know not to answer
Tempting as it is
To be someone else other than...
We know not to answer
When the pretty things call.