dandelions

Giddy is the exhilaration

Thinking about you

Getting excited

For what, I don't know

Counting down the days until I can see you again

(Summer is hard)

Reading love stories

Listening to love songs

You say you want someone real,

like every second we spent together was a dream,

or a nightmare,

I don't know how you think of us.

You say you want someone real,

Our differences define our Beauty,

like the intricate details of every snowflake,

standing out from each other,

not in a bad way,

not in a sad way,

but in a beautiful way,

Maybe some day

I will be as good

as the others.

Some day

I will be able

to look in the mirror

and feel pride.

Maybe some day

I will love myself

with no strings attached,

Sometimes I just want to call you

Run away from the world

Even though I don't even like you anymore

And you certainly don't like me

And we probably never worked that great together anyways

"I don't care," I say.

Don't care.

Don't.

Do not.

Don't want to.

Can't.

Scared to.

You look at me.

Ask, "What about your friends?"

Yes, what about them, self?