Before I splintered
I had a dream
One where I
Didn’t have to be queen
But could meet a guy
On equal footing
No open doors 
To the sound of shutting
But I remember 
Dreaming in my bed
Of a football jacket
Leaning against a locker
No words but he’s a show stopper 
As I put away my books
I know I’m deep
Coz I have roots
But you’re in yellow
With dark skin
And I’m fourteen
It’s just me and him
And I must have been less than twelve
Maybe eleven
Coz I’m in my old room
The one that’s green
And I’m not ready
But I will be soon
Fast forward four years
And I’m torn apart
Beaten down
Shattered in the heart
For the love of all
I can’t contain
And all I can focus on
Is the pain
The ripping sound
From inside
And all I can do is hide
Behind my A1’s
But I’m haunted by imaginary guns
As they shoot me down
Although I run
Though that was before
I saw the sun
And I fell to my knees
Shining from on high
At one hundred degrees 
And I kept a locket
Of what had knocked me down