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Tall Enough
Reghan Cutler
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It's been ten years since I saw my face
Now all I see is the back of her head
As she stands on the tips of her toes
She's not even tall enough to climb into bed
But at least she could stand on a stage and not care
Belting at a crowd like some soul-bearing prayer
When all they were looking for is a face
That looked just like theirs
Breathe in deeper, understand less
Deep blue darkness at the hem of my dress
Didn't even choose to wear it
California stapled to me
Hold the eight year old close so she don't have to see
Me and the mind I left her inside of this long
It's been ten years since I spoke the truth
Hiding from the fact that I missed half my youth
Fib to survive and feed off of trying
I think that the easier thing is just lying
When all my cousins get married will I
Be their flower girl or not receive an invite
The black sheep of the family every Christmastime
Stagnant in the corner while they pour out the wine
Breathe in deeper, still lost on how
The pavement talks back when I wander around
You're just sick of the footstep sounds
Suitcase packed, shoes tied to my feet
Little girl in the doorway with one eye watching me
And the mind I left her inside this long
It's been ten years since I saw my face
Now all I see is the back of her head
As she stands on the tips of her toes
She's not even tall enough to climb into bed
But at least she could stand on a stage and not care
Belting at a crowd with some soul-bearing prayer
When all they were looking for is a face
That looked just like theirs
It's been ten years since I spoke the truth (Breathe in deeper)
Hiding from the fact that I missed half my youth (Understand less)
Fib to survive and feed off of trying (Deep blue darkness)
I think that the easier thing is just lying (Hem of my dress)
When all my cousins get married will I (Breathe in deeper)
Be their flower girl or not receive an invite? (Still lost on how)
The black sheep of the family every Christmastime (Pavement talks back)
Stagnant in the corner while they pour out the wine (Wander around)
Now I walk to the kitchen, consume, and come back
To a small box of poison that lights up the black
I wake up each day next to myself
Shift my eyes to the bathroom and there's someone else
Now all I see is the back of her head
As she stands on the tips of her toes
She has no idea she's all I have left
She's not even tall enough to climb into bed