Whine

Balls bounce and people flutter.  The things that counted have now shattered.  All I see is alien.  Mature and ordered; just a guise.  It killed me when you ran to me.  You grinned at this inside my arms.  I say the same and mock this, sick.  But different from you, I'm rhetoric.  You make a stand on a principle; Nonsense that feels sensible.  We all bounced until we turned to glass - fell once more and broke, at last.  Now we're shards of another time and we cut the innocent passing by.  You threw away your smile so you could protect yourself.  Now you say you don't know, but nothing's ever gotten by you.  Has it?  I've only ever been impressed, though my regrets now fall like leaves.  And at night I lay alone, smiling at all you've ever said to me.