I want to step into the pages of a book.
No, I don’t mean that I want to be
the badass sword-wielding damsel
who gets herself into distress,
only to be the girl who gets
everyone else out of it.

I don’t want to be the little blonde girl
with a lifetime of bad luck,
except for the one day in which
she falls in love with the school’s
biggest *******,
yet little did they both know,
he’s actually quite pleasant.

No, I don’t want to be reincarnated
as yet another protagonist.
No, I can do without the *******.
I can do without boys in blue
—black, and blue.
Sometimes purple, and a little green.

I’m just asking…
can I be their friend?

Like, when **** gets rough,
when the hero has been kidnapped
one too many times for a single day,
can I be the one she vents to?

Can I be the one she tells first about
that kiss that stole her breath
—the one she didn’t even know
she was holding?

I want to be at her service,
holding the scabbard while she
takes the villain down,
winning his heart over in the process.

And when the book finally ends,
when the pages have closed,
I want to be in the epilogue,
her next adventure safe with me.