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as a child i walked
on all the sidewalks,
watching for cars
like a good girl

i walked in parks and woods
and tried to get lost
so that i could read my fairy stories
in peace
among the nonjudging trees

but you, yes you,
you tell me things
that make me not
want to get lost
quite so much

it has been long since
either of us have been complete
not breathing just because
it's easy

there have been
too many nights in which
i have been jarred outside
my cozy comfort zone
i try to pull back in
but you resist
with such an edge

i look at young girls now
glitter in their innocent eyes
and i want to warn them
that the world is so much
more complicated than it seems

if i could i would say
'not all love poems
are made of pretty words
and golden haze.
sometimes there are tears
and ripped dresses
and skinned knees
in your search for a prince'

what else?
'you, my darling girl,
never listen to them
when they tell you
to 'shush'.
do not believe the
names they call you
that cut like glass
because you are not them.'

but they are not
the only victims,
so lastly i would say
'have mercy on their hearts
because what you say
and what you do
can pierce clear through
their armor,
whether they show it or not'

when we talk,
i think back to these
words of caution because
i wish someone
had told them to me

i guess what i wanted
was to be wanted,
but not just that...
i wanted to be chosen,
and not just chosen,
but the first choice.
i wanted someone to finally
pick me

i am patient, this is true
but i am also fragile while
i am waiting
and even i
eventually tire of forever
being stuck in this
new moon

i want someone
to know me
in that intuitive, instinctive way
i want someone
to drown out
the traffic
and carry me
home

Description
as a child i walked
on all the sidewalks,
watching for cars
like a good girl

i walked in parks and woods
and tried to get lost
so that i could read my fairy stories
in peace
among the nonjudging trees

but you, yes you,
you tell me things
that make me not
want to get lost
quite so much

it has been long since
either of us have been complete
not breathing just because
it's easy

there have been
too many nights in which
i have been jarred outside
my cozy comfort zone
i try to pull back in
but you resist
with such an edge

i look at young girls now
glitter in their innocent eyes
and i want to warn them
that the world is so much
more complicated than it seems

if i could i would say
'not all love poems
are made of pretty words
and golden haze.
sometimes there are tears
and ripped dresses
and skinned knees
in your search for a prince'

what else?
'you, my darling girl,
never listen to them
when they tell you
to 'shush'.
do not believe the
names they call you
that cut like glass
because you are not them.'

but they are not
the only victims,
so lastly i would say
'have mercy on their hearts
because what you say
and what you do
can pierce clear through
their armor,
whether they show it or not'

when we talk,
i think back to these
words of caution because
i wish someone
had told them to me

i guess what i wanted
was to be wanted,
but not just that...
i wanted to be chosen,
and not just chosen,
but the first choice.
i wanted someone to finally
pick me

i am patient, this is true
but i am also fragile while
i am waiting
and even i
eventually tire of forever
being stuck in this
new moon

i want someone
to know me
in that intuitive, instinctive way
i want someone
to drown out
the traffic
and carry me
home