Fuck You,

You little shit.

The words cut

but the eyes are soft.

You fire back a harsh,

shut it you asshole.

The air is tense,

but white teeth flash

a breath is taken,

and laughter smashes the moment.

 

You're a little shit,

he’s an asshole,

and the rest can go to hell.

 

It's our language,

big kid words with child like taunts,

too much for the kiddy table,

but too young for the adult sized servings.

It's a loud, sharp, and harsh language,

but its the the in-between stuff

that matters.

 

It’s the unsaid in

the soft eyes,

and flashed teeth.

Its the shared uncertainty

of the future,

and the anger at

that uncertainty.

 

It lets us look strong,

but still lets us

practice at being vulnerable.

'cause the real world

will rip you raw

whether or not you curse.

 

It will tear you down

unless,

you have a little shit,

or an asshole

that shares your weakness,

and helped you hide from the rest of the world

behind your words,

so that you could grow

without life ripping you up from your shallow roots.

 

'cause while the rest of the world

sees a bunch of kids playing adult.

we see,

 

Fuck You, You shouldn't’t have

You little shit,  You’re my best friend

 

Shut up, You deserve it,

You asshole, You’re my asshole   

 

Let the world be wary of our red curtain

or barbed words

cause were still growing back here

and were not ready to step out

from behind our language.