i want you
but you don’t understand me
my words are my life
my mind is my poetry
my love is my footprint
the look i give you is real
and i mean that
from the bow in my hair
to my mary janes
from the skyscrapers in the city
to the people walking the street
and the houses they call home
i want you to take me seriously
when i tell you i want an apartment
in a big city
i want you from the roof of my beige house
to the garden my mom worked so hard on
to the silhouettes of children playing in the yard
i want you at your worst
when you’re blue
i want you
but you don’t understand me