sometimes,
i wonder if he could ever
help
me
the girl that slouches in her seat with
eyes glossed over, staring into the bright light
of a screen.

sometimes,
i wonder if he’s met girls like me, helped
girls like me.
if he’d ever want to help
a girl like me, again.

i want him to hold me,
my shaky fingers
intertwined
in his.
for him to whisper,
“i’m here for you, always.” &
to squeeze me tight & never let go, chin rested
on the top of my head.

-sometimes i wonder