Scraped Knees and Bruised Hearts
I am learning to grow.
I missed 11:11 again
I used to wish
When it actually mattered
Now I’m just some past fad that you loved once
Thrown in the back of your closet with a thought
A passing train
Zipping to an abandonded station
You don’t recognize me.
It’s three years past that incident.
Three years and three words
Oh the irony
I smile to myself slightly
Only slightly
You were never anything more than that
A half smile
I used to care for you
A lot more than I dare say I should have
But I did
And not one person could have told me otherwise
I was young
I still am
And I was stupid
You could argue this is still true
But I don’t care
I will live
And I will make my mistakes
Time and time again
I want you to stand still
And watch me fall from my tree
Not shelter me and put me in a plastic bubble
Because you see
This scraped knee
And bruised heart
Will heal with time
And make me a tiny bit stronger
Than when I sought shelter
In your strong arms.
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