wishcast. 7.
remember what it was like? i'd stay up because i could not sleep. all my clothes set aside, notebook filled with sketches, homework dilligently done (no matter if i'd made it perfect, up 'till 3 am.
i was in sixth grade. i was calling you.
waiting for you to take me, tender. pictured you. somewhat blurry. older. always a smile. a soft repose. like a boy-brand mona lisa.
mona lisa as a boy.
my problem is, with past ones, i tried to fit the dream of you onto their faces. onto their bodies.
i hear remarks about my weight and i can't stand it. not motivated to change it. trying my best to love me now.
that's when i know i'll have found you. when you can see past all this 3D maniacal crazyrun world. when you can see the work of my heart and support me -- somehow by your very beingness, help me fashion it.
the ones before who didn't care about my size, they didn't care about me, either.
not that i don't care about my world it's just that i'd forgotten how. i'd love to sit beside you while i knit crochet stitch things back together. relearning what the cherry tastes tastes like. dousing my body in honey immersing in sweet.
cruel remarks as barbed wire if i hear just one more misplaced thoughtless phrase in the next little while i'll burst.
my delicate, delicious knight where have you
been all my dark drought
deeptrue
life
remember what it was like? i'd stay up because i could not sleep. all my clothes set aside, notebook filled with sketches, homework dilligently done (no matter if i'd made it perfect, up 'till 3 am.
i was in sixth grade. i was calling you.
waiting for you to take me, tender. pictured you. somewhat blurry. older. always a smile. a soft repose. like a boy-brand mona lisa.
mona lisa as a boy.
my problem is, with past ones, i tried to fit the dream of you onto their faces. onto their bodies.
i hear remarks about my weight and i can't stand it. not motivated to change it. trying my best to love me now.
that's when i know i'll have found you. when you can see past all this 3D maniacal crazyrun world. when you can see the work of my heart and support me -- somehow by your very beingness, help me fashion it.
the ones before who didn't care about my size, they didn't care about me, either.
not that i don't care about my world it's just that i'd forgotten how. i'd love to sit beside you while i knit crochet stitch things back together. relearning what the cherry tastes tastes like. dousing my body in honey immersing in sweet.
cruel remarks as barbed wire if i hear just one more misplaced thoughtless phrase in the next little while i'll burst.
my delicate, delicious knight where have you
been all my dark drought
deeptrue
life
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ericj:
Small boy logic is preferable sometimes. 
sebadohsucker:
going to coachella?