One icream, one spoon

Morning texts

tangled legs underneath dinner tables

long good bye hugs

1 am drives holding hands

All that, I used to have

Boys seemed to make it all alright

But I realize

I learned

I heard

I don’t need those things anymore

Now I know this:

Yoga in the mornings

helps the loud thoughts

I like long walks

Eyeliner isn’t for everyone

I can say no

I can wear whatever the hell I want

I can be an engineer

even if boys tell me I can’t

I can study all night

and shut their mouths

Mangoes

can be breakfast

lunch

and dinner

I rather hold my dog’s leash

I don’t need a boy to be myself

I can drive myself.