I wanna have short hair and be proud of my fizz
i want to be confident enough to wear my grandma's pears
and leggings that wouldn't even make nice curtains in said grandma's house
i wanna be brave enough to root for a dead beat dad without hesitation
i wanna be secretly or not so secretly admired... i'd settle for even admired from afar
i wanna make guys with feathered hair swoon
resort to their squeaky almost pre puberty voices when asking me out
i wanna best friend named ducky for fuck sake
i want a guy to confess his true love for me on my bed when i'm not there
or when im there
or when i'm asleep and he wonders if i can hear him
and i wonder if i'll ever here
i live to like you
and it takes a while to realize
where the poetry is in life
but once you find it
its all pretty in pink
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