i am in love with a boy.
and this is one of the first times i'd admitted it to myself.
but once the thought entered my head
the little girl in me
took it in her little hands
and ran as far as her little beanpole body could take her.
then she sat at the top of the slide,
waiting,
scared yet excited,
and hoping she wasn't shoved down it
by reality.
now as i sit and write my little poems
i wonder what happened.
i almost miss that little girl
because who knew she'd grow up to be
a sad desperate boy.
who craves love,
especially from that boy
but he doesn't want me back.
because he already has a dog
so why would he need a bitch?
that boy doesn't like boys like me
or boys at all.
so why do i hope?
why do i giggle and kick my feet
like that little girl?
because in the real world,
reality doesn't shove you down a slide.
reality fucking destroys you
from the inside out.
