a lot of times, i think i would've been better off being born a guy.
but then i remember how it feels to be the little spoon.
or to get kissed. not to kiss.
or to have the hand around my waist.
or to feel the little kisses on the forehead.
or to be called pretty over and over again.
and then i'm glad i've got what i've got.
until i decide it's not what i want.
yeah, i've got a boyfriend. rare occurrence. once in a lifetime chance to be jealous of some guy if that's... i'm what you're into.
this goes out to a few specific boys.
one i miss, one i'm ambivalent about, one i'm completely uncertain of.
can you guess what color you are tonight?
honestly, the only actual problem is that i just don't want to feel like i do in such prime conditions.