My Dear Boy,

I like the way your words come into my ears,

bounce into my brain and echo there for years.

Those words you make so sweet, so gentle.

I want to put your brain in a museum so the girls can understand why I swoon.

I want to imprision my favorite planet, DIY it into a necklace, and give it to you.

on a Tuesday.

Boy, you that they admire.

I’m the one you flatter,

With your severe flaws and all

And all my friends they tell me

You’re the worst

But I love the sting you give

The pinch and scratch and heat

The way your smile brands my heart with insecurities.

Boy how I hope you love the tugs,

And the burdens I carry on my shoulders

Because you’re one.

You probably lay where the picket fences hold you

Where gunshots don’t explode you

the truth is that I envy you

I say the words I know you like and start the fights we have to fight

Because no one ever tried you before

I like your face when you smile so I try to make you laugh

I like your shoulders and how you wear them up high

And if your hands aren’t your best faction, boy I still want them around my waist

The doodles on my notebooks look a lot like your name

And I’m here in this corner blaming myself for your mess

For your mistake

Boy it is you enamored me

So don’t try to hand me these blames of infamy

As if your eyes didn’t call me, and everyone else in the room.