I want.
I want
Someone who
Notices how I always try
To alternate which foot hits the cracks
On the sidewalk
Because he always catches me
Doing shit like that
And he loves it
Because its me
Who
Won’t let me walk anywhere alone
In the dark.
Even into the scary
Basement
Cuz he knows I hate that
Who
Knows something is wrong
Before I even draw a breath
Because sometimes I just don’t want
To explain
Or can’t.
Who
Tells me when my jokes are stupid
But laughs anyways
Because he just loves
To laugh
And because he loves how I laugh
Before I am even done
telling the stupid joke
And
Who would rather
Watch me doodle in class
Than pay attention
Not because he doesn’t care about his grades
But because the way my hands move
And what I decide to draw
Tells him about me and
Sometimes
he wants to learn
About me
More than he does about
school
He doesn’t
Have to
Tell me I always look great
Because I don’t
And he shouldn’t need to hear
Three big words
All the time
Because he knows
And so
Will
i.
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