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I want a boy
a boy whose eyelashes curl in just right.
who can wrestle with me & let me win.
who I can talk to about anything.
who laughs at my jokes.
a boy who puts my cold hands in his warm hoodie pockets.
who lets me use his sweatshirt for a pillow.
who buys me 25 cent rings and sticky hands
who says i love you & means it
who on some days wears his glasses instead of contacts and feels perfectly fine
who will kiss me in the rain, in the sunshine, and in the snow
who calls unexpectantly at random times a boy
who voice cracks sometimes & laughs it off
who will have many inside jokes with me & remember each one
a boy who notices girls haircuts
who realizes that girls say things but dont mean them.
who shows up at my games, slipping in the door
who lets me say, that boy is so hot
who I can go swimming with on hot days
who can tell me his problems & let me help
who will listen to me talk about the new nail polish I got
who will bring me seashells from the beach
who will let me beat him up when I get angry
who writes love letters to me but doesnt send them
who draws pictures & slips them gently in my locker slot
who saves his genuine, big smiles for me.
a boy with deep eyes that can see through faces into depths
who wears baseball hats & lets me wear his too
who gives me his tee-shirt to change into & not expect to get it back
who knows my favorite color, song, car, vegetable, perfume, & the color of my toothbrush.
a boy who will shake my daddys hand & look my mother in the eye who will call me by my full name, first, middle, & last.
a boy who will kiss me and tell me I’m pretty
who will let me cry to him
who will squeeze my hips just right from behind
who surprises me
who compliments my manicure and plays with my hair
who knows when I have a math test or when I fail one.
a boy who smells like he just stepped out of the shower
who wears cologne that I can subtly smell when leaning on his shoulder
who will play football with my little brother while I just stand there & giggle
who will make me join in & play football & tackle me instead of just standing there & giggling
who tells me I have a nice laugh and a smile that lights up the room and simply be mine to hold.
a boy whose eyelashes curl in just right.
who can wrestle with me & let me win.
who I can talk to about anything.
who laughs at my jokes.
a boy who puts my cold hands in his warm hoodie pockets.
who lets me use his sweatshirt for a pillow.
who buys me 25 cent rings and sticky hands
who says i love you & means it
who on some days wears his glasses instead of contacts and feels perfectly fine
who will kiss me in the rain, in the sunshine, and in the snow
who calls unexpectantly at random times a boy
who voice cracks sometimes & laughs it off
who will have many inside jokes with me & remember each one
a boy who notices girls haircuts
who realizes that girls say things but dont mean them.
who shows up at my games, slipping in the door
who lets me say, that boy is so hot
who I can go swimming with on hot days
who can tell me his problems & let me help
who will listen to me talk about the new nail polish I got
who will bring me seashells from the beach
who will let me beat him up when I get angry
who writes love letters to me but doesnt send them
who draws pictures & slips them gently in my locker slot
who saves his genuine, big smiles for me.
a boy with deep eyes that can see through faces into depths
who wears baseball hats & lets me wear his too
who gives me his tee-shirt to change into & not expect to get it back
who knows my favorite color, song, car, vegetable, perfume, & the color of my toothbrush.
a boy who will shake my daddys hand & look my mother in the eye who will call me by my full name, first, middle, & last.
a boy who will kiss me and tell me I’m pretty
who will let me cry to him
who will squeeze my hips just right from behind
who surprises me
who compliments my manicure and plays with my hair
who knows when I have a math test or when I fail one.
a boy who smells like he just stepped out of the shower
who wears cologne that I can subtly smell when leaning on his shoulder
who will play football with my little brother while I just stand there & giggle
who will make me join in & play football & tackle me instead of just standing there & giggling
who tells me I have a nice laugh and a smile that lights up the room and simply be mine to hold.