By Molly-Mae

Don't step over my defeated body without so much as a glance

Please don't pick up a pint glass instead of me

My young eyes are my voice don't avoid them

Pet my head, tell me it's okay, admit your mistakes as a whisper in my ear

I won't understand but do it nonetheless

You didn't choose me and I don't understand that yet but want me

One day I'll think you're pitiful

But that day is not today

One day I won't need you.

The future holds no smiles for you so treasure them while they're still stamped on my face

Don't frown when I smile

Won't I dream of that frown later?

You don't know how easy I'll recoil

A brush of a loving hand on the cheek?

Flee

High and low I'll search for you in strangers

Doesn't the notion disrupt your slumber?

Do you dream about me staring at the bottom of a glass?

Aren't I the last puff of smoke?

Aren't I the last laugh?

No

For now

I'm small enough to step on

Keep me like that in your mind

Don't comprehend me grown.