those around me want to be in a storybook,
full of fairies and magic and dragons
I do not want that type of storybook- I do not want to live in one either
I want my world to follow the plot of a novel, and it does
I do not want to leave- I want a heightened version of this
I would like to be someone's Alaska,
someone's Augustus Waters
someone's Jace, Will, or Sam,
I would like to be so enormously interesting that volumes could
be written on my eccentricities
I want you to record the first words I said to you
and I want you to notice the way I capitalize words
I would like you to value that I eat my Cheetos with a fork
and have a passion for driftwood
I want to say enlightening things but only once,
at two in the morning,
smoking a cigarette in a parking lot
I would like to be so comfortable with *** that you would never dare touch me
I would like to burn down the world and raise it up again
and know that it was never my fault and I could not have done it alone
I would like to have secret passions that I do not share,
use hobbies rather than partake in them
kiss lots of people, have a mysterious past
I would not like to be in a storybook and watch it happen around me
I would not like to be taken on an adventure
I would like to be the adventure, and make spiced the life
of those around me, be the character in the series of their lives
that, because there is no one even close to similar,
they cannot help but fall in love with.