Literature
Glow in the Dark Stars in my Stairwell
Ever since I was small enough to reenact Little Foot and co. with my miniature peeps on the playground, I could never choose who I wanted to be
The Superman or the Lois Lane,
The Spiderman or the Mary Jane.
The savior or the saved.
But it didn't matter then so I just played.
To this day I still don't know if I want my scales to balance or tip.
To sail a different ship.
To ship a ship and make myself and I my OTP.
Scrolling through the endless windows of my life,
Watching friends come and go,
And wishing some of my favorites could leave with slaps across their faces
Because of how they, so to speak,
Bit me with their teething