Do you get that itch under your skin
That makes you twist and twitch?
In the bedroom the fairies play tricks on our
Heads and then we become bewitched

Did it take you long enough
To rip off the tissue,
The skin over bone,
The body I call home?

Does it take your breath away
The way I write about you to this day,
The frame I made to cover your play,
The way you said "I'll stimulate your brain"?

It’s like you’re a pair of headphones—
coming in two different ears, and I’m bouncing
between one beat and the words that fall from my mouth
like ransom. I swear to god, if you’d just let me fall into you
the wreckage would be small, you’d just have to cradle me
like you do all the other bits that land in your lap
during the so called “suffocation” of your busy schedule.
I get that I’m too big to fit onto a calendar.
I get that sometimes I wear green just because it’s your favorite color.
But picture us together, and not with my clothes in a puddle
on the tile floor while the shower runs. Not with your hand
playing itsy-bitsy spider on my legs as you let your tongue
linger on the dips in my neck. Picture us on the sidewalk
with a lucky penny between our shoes, and how beautiful
our reflections would look even in that tiny surface area. Then,
imagine me in the stands with your over-sized t-shirt
and you could pick me out among the crowd. How about
our hands? Just picture them tangling together, your thick knuckles
knocking against my mother’s old ring. Or even take those circles you draw
on my hipbones and practice them on my palms.
I promise you it’s a lot prettier.
I promise you I know the route, I’ve been around that elliptical
that is your I’m sorry laced with every interpretation that is
YOU JUST DON’T FIT. I know I don’t fit,
and that you think we’re just too misshapen, but do you ever remember,
in that tipsy mind of yours, how slender my body fits into yours
like we’re two half-moons just making a sliver? I just wish you thought of me,
if at all, a little bigger.

I say it doesn't matter,
But oh, how much it does
I know things aren't how you want them to be,
But can't you try a little harder?
I don't want to tell you
How much I care
Out of fear
That it won't make a difference,
I want you to hug me close
So I can hear your heart,
I want you to touch me
Whenever I'm upset
Because I felt I was being torn apart;
I just want someone
To  be there
I want you to kiss my cheek
No matter who is around,
I want you to sweet talk and flirt with me
No matter how it sounds

I say it doesn't matter - but oh, how much it does
I just want affection...
Is that asking for too much?