(escapril, day 26: girlhood, boyhood)

You know you’re meant to be something.

I just want to be someone’s.

Well, not just anyone’s. I’d like it best if I could be yours.

I smile as you talk about all the things I was never allowed to do.

Baseball games and late night runs and an actually absurd number of shirtless shenanigans.

What do I have to tell? Only silly little things. Mine against me.

You chuckle at my embellished aggravation,

At my confirmation of your subconscious disdain.

We all like to believe certain things.

I don’t fault you your chosen blindness,

When I would tear the very muscles of my eyes from their sockets

If only you’d soak up the blood.

I’ll pick the lint off the sleeve of that ridiculous sweater,

Brush my hair while I put in my pearls,

Fix the clasp of my necklace and

I’ll straighten your tie.

Let me curl up in your lap like a little cat,

Rest my head above your heart,

Let the beat lull me to sleep.

Love me in my ugliness,

A naked ugly peach colored peach fuzzed thing, I am, I know.

But you can look past all that, can’t you?

Love me in my lines and dips

And salted, speckled surface.

Let me be an extension of you,

Flesh of your flesh, bone of your bone.

Let me keep your fingernail clippings in the locket around my neck,

And I’ll do anything for the me in you.