Dream Girls
Sometimes really good friends are better than lovers
Celestial girls who reach down my throat and into my lungs Breathing life back into me patiently, methodically
Angel girls who summon supernatural forces to bid revenge Armoured in friendship bracelets and whispered promises Stitching my wounds with rainbow loom
They do not ask for my heart or my hand They already hold it in their palms
They do not demand my love They have always known it Woven into their consciousness And sealed with a pinky promise









