Time Bomb

You used to throw gourds out the window
And I’d cover my mouth, laughing
You’d eat your broccoli with ketchup and cottage cheese
We look kind of the same
But you’re different because you’re a time bomb
You’re not my strawberry girl
I know I’m awkward around myself
But this isn’t fun anymore
You make me feel obsolete
And it’s taken so long for me
To ignore you
And I’m so proud of myself
I never could predict the moment
When I’d be thrown in the closet
And I’d be stuck in there for months
Sitting locked in the dark
Mushed into my clothes
I’m much too afraid to ask you
To let me out of here
And start over without you