boys are for touching skin that’s fresh and unexplored and making it theirs
boys are for their tongues that can seem to fit just about anywhere
boys are for those arms the size of tree branches that wrap you up and hold you tighter than handcuffs
boys are for deep voices that send ripples more like earthquakes through your body that let you know who’s there
this is what my sister told me in a note she wrote before she left with one
but she left out a couple things that I’m sure she wasn’t aware of at the time
like how boys are good for scars all over your wrist
and how boys are good at using words that break you down like a wrecking ball to a brick wall
and how boys are great at turning your small work upside down, destroying everything in their path, including you, and leaving without so much as a goodbye.

maybe it's at the bottom of the bottle
maybe if I look hard enough
and drink long enough I'll find you
at the bottom of this bottle
maybe all the other ones weren't where you were
but maybe this'll be the one
maybe you'll say you love me
have it written in the bottom of this cup
maybe this cup will taste like you after a while
that way my thirst for you will be quenched
maybe
at the bottoms of this cup
filled with a whole bottle
you'll be there waiting
right along with my sanity
the two things that left as easily as they came....maybe

I was taught never to stay where I am not wanted. 

As I grew older, I carried along with me baggage. 

Each bag had a different boy

Or a different insult

Or stereotype

Or fear in it. 

The problem started when those bags stayed packed;

I never unpacked those bags

Because I don’t stay where I’m not wanted
.
The problem was that the bags wouldn’t allow me to see the places that I was wanted. 

They told me such places didn’t exist

my body shakes quakes and stirs for you atmosphere surrounding me like a thick blanket
I crave your touch and you can have all of mine if you want

when I stumbled upon your honey coated eyes,
they put a match to my heart and set it ablaze
and my soul couldn't sit still

Maybe beauty can run deeper than my skin
Because my skin is quite thin in the first place.