Beautiful Disaster

Growing Up

I used to chase the boys
Around the old swing set
I'd throw dirt in their hair
And then I'd kick their shins
Erupting with a hearty laugh
High-fiving my peers, I smile
One more point for the girls
But over time
Things changed
For everyone but me
And soon I went from kicking boys
To longing for a kiss
But alas they cringed with fear
And none draw near to me.