
I remember wishing for a boy who'd photograph me for the hell of it
I got one
He went days without speaking to me to punish my nights out alone
He plucked my strings to keep me home
He locked himself in a bathroom, deaf to my protest, when he told me I fucked old friends in bar bathrooms
I lost friends
I remember wishing for a boy as light as the sun
I got one
He yelled at me when I cut myself
We did too much cocaine
I saw my Peter Pan quail at responsibility while he brought me flowers
He kicked the bed til I woke up, he drunkenly read 4-year-old messages
And wanted to know who "this new dude" was
When I left him, he tweaked my tit in a bar while we sobbed
I wanted the boy who left the feeling of home never satisfied in my chest
I got him
He holds me accountable and holds my world in his hands
He is soft and hardness personified when I dissolve
He is protector and protected and critic and patron
He is that which makes me know
I would be fine, thrive without him
But would much prefer
His strong hand in mine
I did not need men to know myself
But I know myself with this man
He is constant reminder
That I am whole
Regardless
About the Creator
Emily Miller
28 year old artist, art therapist, & kind-of writer. I wrote prolifically when I was younger, and publishing here is my attempt to get back to that first love. I write non-fiction, life-based prose.
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