Ice Cream Sandwiches
I loved to go to your house even though it was an everyday thing. I could always reach for you, and you would meet me halfway as if by instinct. You would hold me, rock me until I was too big to fit in your lap anymore. You’d make me breakfast before school and you’d be there first thing in the afternoon to pick me up and take me to your house. There’ so many little moments we have shared, but there’s a few that stick out to me. Like ice cream sandwiches.
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There’s so many Me’s
A Little Me
A Younger Me
A Me that protects
A Me that connects
A Me that reflects
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You tried to break me,
But I just won’t stay down.
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You use your silence to punish me. You hope your absence will upset me. You pray that I will cry over you. You repeatedly bring me close so you can push me away again. You play games with my head. I’m not even a person to you anymore… just another plaything.
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afraid to stumble.
afraid to fall.
afraid you won’t catch me at all.
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