When I was little,
We would play kickball
In the cul-de-sac.
You would scold me
While I was in the outfield,
Told me not to puppy-guard
The bases.
I told you to run faster.
Last night,
You wouldn’t let me
Leave, wouldn’t let
Me sleep alone.
I told you not to puppy guard
My heart,
To have faith in yourself,
In me, in us.
I told you not to puppy guard my heart.
You told me to love faster.
I told you I couldn’t.
You seemed broken, frozen.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
When I was little,
We would play kickball
In the cul-de-sac.
You would scold me
While I was in the outfield,
Told me not to puppy-guard
The bases.
I told you to run faster.
Last night,
You wouldn’t let me
Leave, wouldn’t let
Me sleep alone.
I told you not to puppy guard
My heart,
To have faith in yourself,
In me, in us.
I told you not to puppy guard my heart.
You told me to love faster.
I told you I couldn’t.
You seemed broken, frozen.
