Scraped Knees and Bruised Hearts

I missed 11:11 again

I used to wish

When it actually mattered

Now I’m just some past fad that you loved once

Thrown in the back of your closet with a thought

A passing train

Zipping to an abandonded station

You don’t recognize me.

It’s three years past that incident.

Three years and three words

Oh the irony

I smile to myself slightly

Only slightly

You were never anything more than that

A half smile

I used to care for you

A lot more than I dare say I should have

But I did

And not one person could have told me otherwise

I was young

I still am

And I was stupid

You could argue this is still true

But I don’t care

I will live

And I will make my mistakes

Time and time again

I want you to stand still

And watch me fall from my tree

Not shelter me and put me in a plastic bubble

Because you see

This scraped knee

And bruised heart

Will heal with time

And make me a tiny bit stronger

Than when I sought shelter

In your strong arms.