i guess
growing up means being honest
about what I want
what I need
what I feel and who I am
and i want magic
i want every tongue twisting click
every romantic suggestion that my time here was no mistake
questions that make the walls of my lungs shift with the heart on my sleeve
leave me the sky when thunderstorm falls
too all the hugs the sun will give
and i will run to you
even by the weak of my knees
just for the way your fingers curl beside mine
let me see the darkest closets your mind shyes
and i will smile
with every good thursday afternoon i’ve had
have
what is realism
when we are here