We as Humans

Innocent.

I want to pass notes written in highlighter
with meaningless hearts in the corners.
I want to pretend to be asleep
so someone will carry me to bed.
I want to cover my fingers in pink frosting
and slide sock clad feet across endless halls.
I want 100 to be the biggest number
and get excited about finding nickels on sidewalks.
I want my block to be my whole world
and to be told to hold hands crossing the street.
I want to have stories read to me
and race raindrops down windows.
I want to cover my eyes when people kiss
and look at pictures of myself with no regard.
I want to make up stories
to tell imaginary friends.
I want to see good in people
and never believe I'll face evil.
I want relationships to be cheek kisses
and be baffled by Miss. Ms. and Mrs.
I want to run barefoot through fields
and play house
and squeal at bees
and cry about skinned knees.

I don't want to "get ready" in the morning.
I don't want to think of the future.
I don't want to think of my flaws.
I don't want to be afraid to cry.
I don't want to hate my laugh.
I don't want to be mature.
I don't want to care.

I want to be a child.

I want to be......
Innocent.