One icream, one spoon


Morning texts

tangled legs underneath dinner tables

long good bye hugs

1 am drives holding hands


All that, I used to have

Boys seemed to make it all alright

But I realize

I learned

I heard

I don’t need those things anymore


Now I know this:

Yoga in the mornings

helps the loud thoughts

I like long walks

Eyeliner isn’t for everyone

I can say no

I can wear whatever the hell I want


I can be an engineer

even if boys tell me I can’t

I can study all night

and shut their mouths



can be breakfast


and dinner

I rather hold my dog’s leash


I don’t need a boy to be myself

I can drive myself.


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