Hear Me
You don’t know me, I think. I can count on one hand the amount of times you’ve seen me speak. Umm 11th grade I gave that biology speech and senior TAKS day when everyone voted to watch Fast & Furious and I was one of seven to say Beauty in the Beast. What, it was a good movie. Well I did talk to you 5 days a week between the ages of eleven and thirteen. I did the lunch announcements in middle school right after the pledge of allegiance. But you don’t know me & it kills me. In a society where nice clothes or athletic abilities make you a main commodity in school. Personally I’m just an uncoordinated kid that made straight A’s, didn’t know what virgin meant till tenth grade, tried the hardest to get waves but my hair is naturally straight, had skinny jeans before they became popular due to lack of affording to grow into a new pair, and believed till now that the guy with the 40 inch vertical, no brain, and money deserved you was fair. I don’t want to open your legs just your mind. Every guy says there different so I’ll let you be the judge if I’m a lie. I want to take you to Ikea. Yes Ikea. Take you into the kitchen and let you imagine how it be for me to cook for you. Take you to the bed room and role play like we grown. I’ll walk in saying honey I’m home . As you laying bed asking me how was work. Then I crawl on the bed in between your skirt. Then we laugh our ass off when we see Asian family watching from the bathroom getting a tour from the ikea clerk. Let’s dress up in all red and go to target and act like we work there. Be rude as shit and play 2k and give eachother kisses everytime we miss. Get drunk and have a lip singing contest with our friends. Go swimming in the rain or get blankets look at the stars falling asleep on my trampoline. This is the only and last letter I will ever write. Love only begins so for me to stop this note would mean that my imagination of you would end. So following these ellipses if you dont write me back just know that I’m still speaking…
