changing seasons

I wish I were the girl you clung to.

The girl you look for.

I wish your feelings were mine.

I wish I were the girl you wanted me to be.

The girl who would listen, not lie.

I wish you could trust me.

In kindergarten you were told 

you can not wear your light up sketchers.

“Why they’re new?” you whine.

In kindergarten you were told 

When I turned five, I wished for new Barbies.

So I could play pretend on the playground.

When I turned eight, I wished for new slime.

So I could make big slime bubbles with my friends.