Sweet Summer Child
I imagine your sweet little fingers curling around mine in a grip only a girl as strong as you could have,
Because I was always stubborn and determined.
I imagine your hair would fall around your shoulders in light waves, not thick but wispy,
Because my hair has always been too thin.
I imagine you’d run and trip over your own two feet and you’d cry for half an hour,
Because I’ve never been able to admit when I wasn’t good at something.
I imagine your skin would crawl as you look at pictures of yourself,
Because I never saw the good in me.
I imagine you’d be flawed and imperfect,
Because I could never seem to do anything right.
I imagine I would love you until the stars came down,
Because I would see everything I hate about myself in you.
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