I can be pretty and write prettily and dance nicely. I could be like cursive, and wrap around words very elegantly. I could be pleasant as kittens and scripted like dramas and kiss like in the shows where the girls are always wearing a pretty color nail polish. I could turn around and look at a boy, and feel my soft curls tumble over my shoulders, like in the movies. I could wait for boys to tell me they've always dreamed of touching the skin of my stomach.I could be near flawless. I could be quiet in the loudest way possible and smile against the stars. I could make them look green again. I could sing the longest songs and plan the most complicated futures. I could slip under closed doors and float like shadows into bed next to you. I could be the tightness at the bridge of your nose or the drop you hear when you throw a pebble into a river. I could be the lovliest shade of green you've ever seen, or that sensation of driving through a curve. We could be the counterclockwise cyclones they always talk about this time of year, the misty breath in the foggy mornings. We could be the last two minutes of friday school schedule, or the good words some people write at bus stops in the city. You could be the white squares on a tiled grocrey store, or the strong smell of new shoes in the fall. I could be the paislies you draw around your homework, while you can be the stars drawn on her shoes. We could be the wet grass we all walk on on sunny mornings, we could be the big windows and could be the crack in the corner while I can be the beams in between. You could be the coffee cup lid, while I be the steam and we could be the coffee in the cold beginnings of a day.

You could be the hotness in your throat when we take our first sip. I could be the numb lips right after an anxiety attack, while you can be the smoke that stains our teeth. I can be the lack of sleep on Wednesdays, while you can be the midday nap. I could be the blank screen just before an eight page essay. I could be the dark lights before morning and the sounds outside the window. I could be the scary documentary on Hitler that I watched before eleven. You could be the small blue pills and I could be the liquid. We could be that senseless feeling like drowning into sleep.

I am the feeling you get when you hear that someone hates you. You are the feeling of being ignored on a bad day. I am the time between dead sleep and alarm mornings and you are the thursday morning. I am the feeling of knowing noone will call you, I am the point where constant weather makes us restless. I am the announcement of a new assignment, I am a painful conversation. I am that jerk of reality when you curve too widely into the other lane. I am when you realize you have too much to think about to sleep. I am the self doubt you feel when they don't call you back. I am the shade of green you see everyday and the lines you have to write on. I am the way you feel when you don't feel comfortable in your clothes. I am the wide shoulders and the large forearms that get in the way of the notes on the board. I am the awkward length in hair when it isn't short, but it isn't long. I am the disappointment of an adult and you're the D+ on the essay you never bothered to revise. I am the darkness when the night is too long but I can be pretty. I could write well and dance nicely. I could be like cursive and wrap around you nicely. We could kiss like in well scripted dramas.