I once loved a boy who let me hold my breath until I turned blue waiting for him to say three simple words but he set me free with three words of his own: “You’re not her.”
I once befriended a girl who went apple picking with her family every fall and swam with the jellyfish every summer. Now she spends every Christmas and New Year’s with men who will run their hands up her thighs but cannot remember the color of her eyes.
I now dream of boys with colorful tattoos and smoky hair who let me rest my head on their broad shoulders and take my cares away.
I am now like the girls who prefer to dance and sleep alone. I love the girls with broken hearts because maybe we can gather our shards together and create something beautiful.