find

i keep boys

like trophies

line them

up on the shelf

along with the t-shirts

they left in my room,

the gum that’s still

stuck

on my wall,

(he tried to teach me

how to blow

bubbles),

and all the pieces

they broke in me

while making me

whole.

my mom thinks

i should settle down

my friends love

the drama

and i want to want

normal, stable, blah

but cannot help

my wild heart

that needs to know

the new and the dangerous

to feel alive.

i was born

to love

too much

to know

too many

to wear t-shirts

that do not belong

to me

and maybe one day

i will find

what i do not know

i am looking for.

(me).