i want to be
the girl who likes daisies,
and the girl who likes chrysanthemums.

I want to be
the girl who wears skirts,
and the girl who dances with you in the kitchen
on new years morning.

i want to be
the girl who holds her heart out to you with both hands,
and the girl who says ‘take me, i will belong to you-
but more importantly, belong to myself’.

i want to be
the girl who reads you her poetry in parks in summertime,
and the girl who helps you feel
everything you’re meant to feel.

I want to be
the girl you tell your secrets too,
and the girl who tells you hers
too.

I want to be
the girl who holds you when you cry,
and the girl who whispers ‘i love you’s
in your ear at midnight.

i want to be
the girl you come home to,
and the girl you make breakfast with,
-the one you call home.

a.m.