That one night when you
scolded me for being afraid
of tap water, I pounded on
your chest and cried into
your shoulder, but you
knew why I was mad
as if we had both
waited too long
to open up
and it was
too
late.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
That one night when you
scolded me for being afraid
of tap water, I pounded on
your chest and cried into
your shoulder, but you
knew why I was mad
as if we had both
waited too long
to open up
and it was
too
late.
(c) Brooke Otto
