i wanna be 50’s housewife with aprons and pincurls but i wanna be a nerdgirl with oversized t-shirts and messy hair but i wanna be an elf with long hair and flowy dresses but i wanna be a ninja-pirate-wizard but i want to be a little school kid but i wanna be an artist but i wanna be princess but i wanna be a happy wee hobbit but i wanna be nursery-school teacher but i wanna be ballet dancer but i wanna be knight in shining armour but i wanna-
do you see my problem
im looking for something much more than looks in a boy. its all about the personality. its the way he hugs you tight, its how comfortable you can be with him, its not being afraid to be someone you’re not, its waking up every morning with a smile on your face, its the way he looks at you and sees his whole world, its the remix to ignition, hot n fresh out the kitchen mama rolling that body got every man in here wishin
relevance level i cant even
Naturally, we assume the grey lamplight in the dawn
is another sign of her impending doom.
“There is a formula for wanting to die” she says
and I sign my agreement while water lilies
sprout from her head. She once told me that the dead
speak to us in little things: flowers and lost rings
and mismatched socks. That reminders of what you have lost
prove that they are not lost at all,
from the veins of the leaves and the first days of spring
and the calls of children on the playground.
I hope that she is right.
Months later I will burry her in a blue dress
with a tattered copy of a book she once read out loud to me
on a beach, many summers ago.
I remember all the stories she told
and in that moment a mourning bird cries from the window
reminding me that she’s not yet lost
An Ending; Hannah Beth Ragland