They said your blood was gold.
They said you were going to be better than
we were ever going to be.
They said you needed more support
than everyone else,
But they must have not supported you enough
Or in the right way,
Or maybe at all because
we’re still here
and you’re not.
I remember watching you
talking and smiling and laughing
Being everything they needed you to be
someone to cry to or laugh with.
You didn’t shine for yourself,
you shined for everyone else–
maybe you needed someone else to shine for you.
People say that gods have gold blood
called ichor.
special blood for special people or whatever.
They say people with gold blood can’t do anything wrong.
They’re perfect, they never make mistakes
Gold blood sounds hard to live up to.
You were definitely special
You were almost perfect.
But your blood wasn’t gold
It was red.
Like everyone else’s.
I could see your smile start to waver.
I could see you start to hesitate.
I could tell you couldn’t take all of it
but you did.
You kept going.
I didn’t know you had reached your limit
until I watched you hit the ground.
And realized your blood wasn’t gold.
I knew you couldn’t take that much.
But you took it with a smile
When most people would have taken it with a grimace.
You should have told somebody you couldn’t take it;
That your blood wasn’t gold…
It was just plain fucking red.