Bnspyrd

It isn’t as though I expected to be loved. I would have liked it. No, I didn’t expect that they would love me. I was quite strange, and it was difficult to find a space for my self in their space. I laid under the bunk bed and listened to music with my ear against the speaker of a small radio. I read books in the hall closet with a flashlight, and when I was very small, I hid in the cabinet under the bar with the bread and cereal boxes. I played music too long and too loud and too much. During this time, I grew taller until I couldn’t fit in the closet, or the cabinet or under the bed. Girls tried to catch me. I didn’t know, don’t know, why they wanted me to walk next to them or hold their hands. No one else even liked me. Love seemed to be some treasure you kept, and carried, Waiting for just the right person At just the right time To spring it on them And hope that it wasn’t too small Tarnished Or dirty For them to happily accept. But it seemed that through the years