Poem #12: Hair

It’s not hard to love you

Which makes it

Hard to love you.

Stop being the man

I’ve always wanted

And never thought

Was my type.

You’re wrong

In all the right ways

And right all

My wrongs.

I feel safe

In your energy

And terrified

In your departure.

Touch me too long

And too awkwardly and too pointedly,

And make me miss

You when you

Don’t kiss my temple

goodbye.

Push my hair

Out of my face,

Gently,

Gently,

And make me wonder

If there’s purpose

Behind your flirting.

Just tug my strands

And tell me it

Will be ok

Until I fall asleep again.