When You're Older

December 9, 2011
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From the day that you arrived here
In your blue and violet casing,
I couldn’t really comprehend
The life I’d soon be facing.
You’d howl and wail at any hour
I, then, soon grew bolder
At two years wise, I promised you,
I’ll like you when you’re older.

With matching garb and sapphire eyes
And minds to play pretend,
We sensed the world that we had made
Would never come to an end.
But then you’d stomp and I would kick,
The feeling soon would smolder.
I’d sit and fume, and vow to you,
I’ll like you when you’re older.

At three whole hands, you’re so mature
With years beyond my own
But here I am, at seventeen
And still, I haven’t grown.
We’re children trapped in womens bodies
Our futures seem like boulders,
And I regret that I ever thought
I’ll like you when you’re older.

I still can’t look you in the eye
To tell you I was wrong.
To say I never liked you,
‘Cause I’ve loved you all along.

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