Age

The difference in maturity

Foreshadowed fixed obscurity

But even knowing, I still leapt

Hoping that nature would accept

You wrote a poem just for me

Beginning “waves crash violently

Against the rocks” you said then frowned

Ending with “shattering is the sound”

You saw our feelings fade away

Because of doubt and jealousy

But I still walked that briar path

This is my rebuttal, my only wrath

My heart was exposed for you to hold

Out in the open, bare and cold

You breathed on it to make it warm

But keep your distance, it’s ripped and torn

You’re tentative to move in close

But resistance made it decompose

Your heart was young and plump and red

While mine was gray with marks of tread

I hate that you were driven by lust

An unsure life filled with mistrust

I was ready but no longer waiting

I can’t just sit here while you’re debating

You wanted a life, no strings attached

Our hearts were visibly mismatched

I wanted what you could not provide

I offered my heart, but you denied

So as “waves crash against the rocks”

I’ll put my heart back in its box

And this god damn scab I have to peel

In order for my heart to finally heal