Broken Bones

to snoopy

I want to show them

Pictures of your smile 

And flaunt you off to my friends. 

But then they’ll think ahead

and tell me sweet things.

They’ll get excited, 

And that excites me too. 

But I shouldn’t 

Because that would hurt us, 

To fall when the ground isn’t ready,

And to crash onto the reality of bruises 

and broken bones.

Author's Note

do you relate?