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WE ALL DIE (don't say i didn't tell you)

there is all this talk of finding god in a boy’s mouth and how we are invincible, impossible, forever-young and reckless creatures lying on the edges of the night we refuse to call oblivion. or we are the morning sun rising, burning burning burning but we won’t burn out (and i know i’m guilty of this too, watching the fire and saying let it burn until all there is is ashes and we will rise out of them like red-gold phoenixes or at least i used to before i stopped believing in young gods and the promise of salvation in a bottle if you took one more honeyed kiss, honeyed sip.) i’d like to talk about the inevitable, if you don’t mind because no matter how much you say it nothing can last forever and i don’t think you understand what that means. what is inevitable? some day we will all die and there is nothing you can do to change that. you can’t save everyone, no matter how hard you try. we will grow old if we’re lucky and i don’t want to be lucky, do you remember how we used to promise we’d never grow up and we never said it out loud but we knew we weren’t talking about staying young at heart, child-like in wonder. i meant i want to die before i’m old and it’s selfish but only because i thought i wouldn’t be able to bear it, watching all those kids that think they’re invincible be so stupid. that’s the inevitable i’m talking about, not your endless void and poetic words. disillusionment and heartbreak and i just want to remind you that you can’t find god in a boy’s mouth (though they never said anything about girls; guess you could find god there if you wanted it just might not be the god you’re looking for and how tragic is that even after all this time we are still searching) you can’t find god so don’t go looking and you might think you’re invincible but you sure as hell don’t have on any armour if you light that fire i can promise you you’re gonna get burned because you spilled gasoline all over your clothes and when all that’s left is ashes you won’t come rising out because you’re not god, kid. do you have a moment to talk about the inevitable and how even if you look you might not want to see what you find because nobody’s waiting for you? his mouth tastes like smoke and i don’t want to say i told you so but someone will. it’s inevitable.