girl that likes kissing girls, with a soft arched back and plump thighs and sheer blouse and nude panties and thick curled hair– a goddess in slant eyes, with a heavy lilting crackling voice like spinning vinyl, who can’t help but feel like a great big thing going nowhere fast. come here, to a place full of people hungry for you and spin for me i am envious of your beauty. come here. i will eat you up. i will love you.
girl that once was a boy, who hates her thick thighs because they remind her of wanting to be better, whose face isn’t round enough, who needs to be singularly and wholly woman because tugging at the pinches of her skin is dysphoria and cold dark places and crescents of pinked indents. come here, come in i am a house with wood floors and old brown couches let’s sit together and share warmth like lovers share breaths. i will give you a place to rest your head.
girl that is breaking, who cuts her skin with plastic knives and tears the seams of her dresses so she doesn’t have to wear them, who practises every night in front of the mirror her reasons not to wear a swimsuit but knows her words will only stutter and fall, who is scared of people because they all do the same, are the same, walk the same, talk the same and scream and hurt and hate the same. come here, i will give you bandages and help you hide things that you don’t want to be seen until you learn to love yourself. take it slow. i will hold you i promise i’ll be gentle.
girl that needs soft nice things. that needs to hear the word darling. that needs to be held. that needs a place to rest her soul. that needs love. that needs someone who will cry for her. that needs someone to tell her things are alright. that needs someone to accept her. that needs to hide things. that needs to take a breath. come here, i will be your world.
i’ll be there for you.