Should Have Known by: Rose Clifford
Should I have known what to do,
As the whisper of first love,
Cracked deafening in my ears?
A young girl I was, a sizable fool,
Warped on the idea of forevers.
I could have known what to do if I only listened,
For I should have washed my hands,
In the pool of your compliments–
Belittling jealously, and finding home in myself.
You would be more than but a number.