My legs like twigs.
My arms much smaller.
My petiteness warns you not to hold me harder.
These tiny hands grasp for larger meanings
This heart though, of my longing, swells.
Hell hurts.
Not like gasps of air you make me take. Breathlessness oozing from my lungs.
I want strength, friction, and endeavour
I want love. Acceptance large enough
to swallow my wandering mind and its extremities.
Strong enough to ward off the hurricane of fleeting worries. I'll wear it like an overcoat on windy days. Shoot up schools with love-like bullets, pierce their fears, and let them hope;
I want to be full.
For once I want to be a glutton, despite my size.
I want large orders of forget-me-nots
I want something that doesn't make me feel so small.
I want something the sun is jealous of,  
flares flickering out like a candle.
something that will shrink the moon.
I want it whole and real and tangible.
Engulfing.
And a little tiny part of me, knows it won't be anytime soon