Growing Up

No place like home 

So I never turned around 

Skinned my knees and 

Sunflowers grew through the cracks you left 

Piecing together the scraps

Of worn out jeans 

And shiny things 

I left in your backyard 

Confused stars with streetlights 

Just to fill the spaces 

A collective shut of eyes

Etched like lazy pencil lines

I hate the view from behind the glass

Making art from earthly things 

Beat up shoes and

Aching hearts tattooed