Things I've done

Sometimes I hold my breath while passing a cemetery,
Like its disrespectful for me to continue breathing
Because they've lost their chance to.
I still pick those dandelines and play "He loves me He loves me not"
Still holding onto the notion that this small flower can predict my future.
How impulsively childish.
How innocent that moments seem.
At 11:11 I still close my eyes to wish,
How silly I must seem to the people around me.
A grown woman, still believing that a wish could come true to save me.
I use pinky  promises as a solid foundation of truth.
If someone were to break it, like a child I'd sadly say " Now I have to break your pinky"
I still believe that getting your shirt wet doing the dishes means I'll eventually marry a drunken man.
Even after two marriages.
I catch myself day dreaming the same thing I was dreaming about 20+ years ago.
If I were to tell anyone, I'd vow you to secrecy or death.
I believe that in my heart I still find solace in things that should have been set free many many years ago.
Some call me an old soul,
Maybe the soul of a child to tortured to be set free.
Maybe that's why I thrive on birthday candle wishes,
And the power of truth or dare.
The eyelash wishes.
Special numbers.
Maybe Karma caught me in another life,
And I had to learn to appreciate the simple things.
Like pulling apart the wish bones.
And trying not to laugh so hard when someone hits their funny bone.
Growing older has its downside.
Knowing that I have to breath, or I'd be a cemetery plot right next to the one I spent my childhood holding my breath for.
That a small flower could never really tell me if he loves me or loves me not.
That 11:11 is just a double number that occurs twice a day, no wish came true in all of my years.
Pinky promises  were literally made to be broken.
Getting your shirt wet is just a hazard of the job.
Realizing that decades old daydreams are no longer relevant and do not require secrecy nor death.
No longer do I believe that I'm a child's tortured soul trying to escape.
Birthday candle wishes amount to nothing, knowing that you use your breath to extinguish a piece of was someone caught on fire.
Truth or dare was just an excuse for late night gossip and first kisses.
Eyelashes fall out frequently, and no it doesn't make you special.
Special numbers are just a number before or after in a sequence of numbers.
Wish-bones were something that chicken had to die to give.
And funny bones in fact are not funny, but you have to laugh to keep from crying.
Yes, karma definitely visited me from another life.
Because becoming an adult just proves that all the rules of childhood were lies.