The first time I fell
The pavement rushed to meet me;
My arms extended weathered palms,
A hapless defense
Against the pitch and pebbles
Preparing to make a home
In my elbows and knees
Teardrops rained down
Crimson stained cheeks
I looked
And you made no move
To help me up
Just as you had been a statue
When I fell
You didn’t lose sleep
That night over the little things
Like feelings or emotions
My blood or my bruises
But isn't that always the way
With you