Upon Loving My Front Yard

I've always been a backdoor secret. A quick glance. A late night text, or a forgotten summer fling

So when you came to my neighborhood, I was annoyed

You pulled me out of my house in broad daylight and showed me off in the front yard

With you there were no secrets

I welcomed you into my house like a family friend you want to leave the moment they step in the door

No boy had ever wanted affection from me before

You wanted hand holding and a bit of kissing

I thought maybe this is what I've been missing

But when it's late at night or a hot day, I sometimes find myself tip toeing into others backyards

I never make it over the fence, but it's enough to feel the guilt of being loved and not knowing how to fully love in return

Being with you was blunt

I didn't need to analyze how you felt about me because you made it known 

This was not the type of attention I was used to being shown 

So forgive me if I wonder off into a backyard

Trying to love in an open front yard is sometimes hard