I want it all.
Not a slice, bite, lick no I want.
us like the us that spoke of nail polish, and humidity and swim strokes and lipsticks
I want like a little child driving by her favorite playground and can’t get out to her swings
Us like the free swinging whenever the fuck you feel like talking day or night about whatever the fuck came to mind no filter
I want like the teenage girl who cannot wait to get to lunch to tell her best friend about the look she got from her most recent crush
Us like who rained Bitmojis and emojis not even needing words because we saw each other, really saw each other
I want and
yet I pause every time we speak: will I use the right words, the right emoji, the right tone to communicate my thoughts purely…
The faded edges of who we were strangle my voice at times but I fight it, them, for this is real to me, for me.
