I will talk to the boy
when I can communicate
without feeling
awkward.
when I stop feeling like such a **** imposter
when I can like
myself ok
for more than a day.
when I can accept
myself for who I am,
when I stop giving
a ****
about
every
little
thing.

I'll sit next to him
will rolls
over my jeans
flashing my whiteish
smile
and he'll caress my
clearish face
and tell me how
perfect I am.