I'm still that clumsy 3 year old
tripping on my heels
crying when I fall down
I miss the innocence my brown eyes once whispered
and the soft touch of trust I felt on my skin
I had big cheeks
and hair like summer
and I would wait until my feet were rough enough to walk on the gravel path
and look both ways before crossing the street
I look back on those days with nostalgia
before I remember the yelling
and when I was only 6, wondering why I wasn't a kid anymore
I didn't feel like one, thats for sure
then I remember the sadness
and holding my teddy bear when we'd sit under the table whilst a war raged on
If I could do anything, anything at all
I'd take my 7 year old self and hug her 'till she stopped crying
I'd wipe away her tears and promise that she will be okay
you will love yourself someday
I haven't gotten there yet
but I know I love you
more than anything
I'd touch her scar free wrists,
and pray to god she'd never damage them
but most of all
I would tell her that I'm sorry
I should have loved you better