The older woman
Maturing at the speed of light
While you, a poor little bastard
Looked for someone even more experienced
The playground is crueler than you'll ever know
Piles of romantic treasures:
A good luck pencil
A dodge ball
And an immature metaphor
That never took flight
I marked you as the lovesick puppy
But it was I
Drooling upon the carpet
A little more than playing house
—that would have sufficed
There was ice, but no fire
Evaporating this liquid heart
My dreams were selfless
I only dreamed to make all your dreams come true
