You’re the type that I want to be,
Poetic,
the type that talk in dainty words that always mean so much,
too much,
You have that part of you,
the black nail polish and red rose,
part of you,
that's the part I fell in love with first,
Small,
without trying,
you dress like you belong with the stars,
I bet you taste like the milky way,
Maybe,
it could be the way you talked about love,
it made me want to hold your hand,
You,
always covered in glitter,
california sun-kissed skin,
but you sounded like those “bad neighborhoods” in New York,
the ones that aren’t really that bad,
that’s where I want to be,
Spinning,
Dizzy in the parking lot,
you make me feel like eating cookie dough,
you make me feel like eating,
Music,
notes somehow surround you,
I wondered what it felt like to swallow them whole,
makes me feel like buying vinyl records,
just to feel you closer,
Lavender,
scented perfume we got from your mom,
thinking about elementary school crushes,
before we found out we couldn’t,
we did, maybe you didn’t, I did,
Sipping chocolate milk and replacing her with him in every love poem,
Her,
it was you,
I wanted it to be you,
it was never really you in the end,
Love,
the way you loved me,
best friends playing hide and seek with neighborhood kids,
Dark,
I got too close,
this time it was in the dark,
whispered apologies that I meant but you didn’t,
Change,
I did, you never did,
and oh how I waited for you,
to change I mean,
but you continued on as an unwritten love poem.
Me,
I want to be the type that can love myself,
the ways you didn’t,
the same ways I loved you,
too.