WHAT IF I WAS YOURS
WHAT IF I SLEPT IN THE BACKSEAT OF YOUR CAR
EVERY NIGHT FOR A MONTH TO PROVE SOMETHING TO YOU,
AN ARBITRARY POINT, FLESH EVIDENCE
THAT SOMEONE LOVES YOU, EVEN IF SOMEONE IS ME,
SMALL & SOLITARY ME
WHAT IF YOU GOT LOST IN THE COUCH CUSHIONS,
WATCHING MOVIES YOURSELF,
WRITING SONGS IN YOUR HEAD,
LETTING YOUR HAIR GET LONGER,
BABY, WHO IS GOING TO PULL YOU OUT?
I WOULD NEVER LET YOU BE ALONE.
BUT I AM TOO YOUNG TO UNDERSTAND THESE THINGS,
WHEN I AM CRYING LONELY,
ACHING FOR A BODY TO WARM MY GAPING CANYON
OF A BED, GASPING FOR A HEAT TO LIGHT UP MY SKIN
& FILL ME THE WAY I NEED TO BE FILLED,
I AM TOO YOUNG TO KNOW,
WELL BOY, I HAVE HEARD IT ALL BEFORE
& IF YOU WOULD RATHER BE BITTER
I WILL GLADLY SHOVE MY HEART DOWN YOUR THROAT
YOU ARE READING
Rocket Fizz
PoetryA collection of decidedly bad poems written by yours truly Surprisingly not really about space
