Row

to tell the truth,

the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,

forever and always,

except for when auntie beth asks me

when my hair got so short,

or when my momma sees my legs

and asks where the scars on my thighs came from,

or when you touch my face and wonder

Yearning It's a strange feeling To want something so bad that you lay awake thinking about it To want to be held by hands you have yet to meet To kiss the lips of someone who has never noticed you I want to be noticed  I want to be noticed the way I notice others I want someone to notice the small things about me Like the freckle on my nose The limp when I walk or even the way my nail beds are destroyed I want someone to notice the small things Like how I noticed the way he squinted when he smiled The way his hair framed his face, the way he was overly cautious

unbelievable

ugh

so unbelievable

uUUUughHh

and if you:

ruin everything

ooohhh