Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in the car to all the songs you listened to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good.
I’m just gonna be honest and tell
you the first thing that made me
stop breathing, and it was your teeth,
peeking out of your mouth like little moons.
I was just a kid then, staring at the
big bad wolf like maybe his fangs could be kissed, like maybe I could get close
enough to taste the night on
his scowl, but I settled for a hand
on the shoulder, instead.
I’ll let you be the hero if it means you’ll love me.
I’ll be the villain if it means you’ll
I don’t care.
I’ve got a handful of my
own darkness and if you won’t take
it then I’ll swallow it down myself
until I am something terrifying
and you have to come running to try and take it out of me.
Because the big bad wolf doesn’t
know how to use his big bad hands
and I know this like I know my name,
so I wait.
One day, I will stop talking about monsters.
I will stop trying to grow claws just
so that I can run with the wolves.
I will be the person who found you
and hated you until it felt like love,
and you’ll pretend not to notice the difference.
I will wait until your teeth are suns
and then I’ll be Icarus.
I’ll fly and sing your name on the way