Life gave me the truth
in exchange for my youth.

I'm a poet who has no idea
How to write poetry
I don't understand meter
Or metaphor
I just write what I feel
And try to explore

No wonder the world is falling apart
Superman no longer has access to a phone booth

I want her pin-straight hair
I want her sun-kissed skin
I want her piercing blue eyes
I want her little button nose
I want her plump lips
I want her long legs
I want her skinny arms
I want her flat stomach
I want her round ***
I want her curvy hips

I want to have his money
I want to live in his house
I want to be in his family
I want to have his car

I want their confidence
I want their fierceness
I want their self-love
I want their happiness

I want to look just like her
I want to live his luxurious life
I want to have their personality

I want to feel euphoria
I want to feel his hands on my body
I want to feel him entering me
I want to feel his lips on mine
I want to feel the shivers his touch brings to my body

I want to physically feel something
Because I don’t emotionally