Meet me at the boulevard or the local bar, there’s something I forgot to tell you,
you act like a kid, and I’m supposed to be the adult, you walk the opposite way, like a kid, I know we’re young and free, but I can’t seem to pull you with me further,
you want to stay in your town, like a bronze statue - still, you disregarded the rules before they’ve been set, traveling with the wind and disappearing in light, I see you through yet can’t move past you,
like a rock, like a barrier, you act like a kid, I act like an adult, so why can’t I move past you?
Poem #14 off my first poem collection titled ‘Feels like Roswell’. It’s about being stuck with one person even though you know they’re not worth your time. I can’t relate anymore, because I’ve moved on now.