I can't live without some weirdos to love
as much as i hate to
admit it, i need you.
at least, to
:
remind
me of my occasional but
only figurative madness.
remind
me i am capable of all
things, am worthy of so much more
than what my demons degrade me
to some nights.
encourage
me to compliment a stranger's
blue hair; smile when boys hold each
other’s hands; take time to stare at
the sky every midnight until
stars drip off of my eyelashes
like dew.
confront
me when my sleeves are too long for
broiling hot August days, try
to make me feel like less of a
burden, and please be broken like
me.
know
i hate myself for sinking a
little farther inside myself
while trying to prove a point. know
when i muster up the courage
to ask for advice, yes i am
listening, yes even as i
fiddle with my hands and stare at
my phone.
on nights
you feel just as insecure as I,
even more or even less, ask
me to hear you. if my response
isn’t ground-breaking i’m sorry,
but no matter what i’ll love you
as much as i’m
able.
no, i don’t
need to be popular,
but a good
handful of you to meet
these needs would
be enough to keep blood
circulating
through my veins, and euphoria
intoxicating
my brain, and purpose
channeling
every fraction of my being.
i’ll love
you so much.
i won’t marry
you every time
to prove it, but i’ll be
a phone call when your ex tears
you apart and a splendid 3
a.m. adventure to McDonald’s.
all i ask
is that you
stay.