i was a girl
who people crushed on
i wish i was a girl
girls wanted
i wish
anyone wanted to be with
little old me
i wish i had the strength to ask
if she's bi
or to tell her to read my poems
awfully carefully
(she's not over him)
(i'm not over him)
(i'm under her gaze)
i wish she'd pull me in
with the same intensity
she pushes him away
i wish she'd text me
just one more time
push away the problems
the rumors and
time-zones
and see that i am
me