You’re tired I know
I wish you were here
I miss you
I can’t sleep without you
You’re so perfect
You’re so wonderful
You are everything to me
But you’re too young
I forget it all the time
17 and 23
I daydream
About you
What it would be like
To hold your hand
To listen how your
Spanish tongue rolls
I have scrapes from
Crawling up your wall
I’ve thrown way
Too many rocks
But what if your dad saw
The way you look
When your eyes are rolling
In the back of your head?
I’m tired of sneaking around
I’m tired of hiding in your closet
I could call you baby
I want to stay
But you’re only 17
You’re too fucking young
And a six-year difference
Is a ten-year sentence
Only if you’re caught.