Seasons Change pt. 3

I’ve given in tonight

The long, hard manuscripts

I struggle to piece together

The documents

This ceaseless crapwork all blurs anyways

And I’ll find myself on the topic of you

Brought up on a coffee break

If only I were you, cutie

She-ra is my favorite, beloved, iron character

I keep a pretty figurine like her asleep on my pillow

A princess palace where pretty things fly

A place of magical transformations and all that glittery stuff

Pink is my second favorite next to masculine blue

I thought about grenades during lunch break

Grenades blow,

Explode, dangerous little secrets

Coming out, I’m caught in its vicinity

And I’m torn

Like paper shreds

The only thing left of me are these

Basketball shoes that’ve been bullied into giving up

If life was easy as lemonade shops and animes

Where I wouldn’t have to think about the gay parades

That they’re holding this summer break

Like a bird’s nest made of wires and plastic things

I force out this diet, eating scraps

If life was easy as sitcoms and gameshows

Then I could be called she

Early this morning I woke up from a dream

It was about you

In my dream

You had a huge grin on your face

And you laughed so hard you cried and your face turned tomato red

I don’t know what I said to make you laugh that much

But maybe in another place

We’d be smiling ear to ear

But here, right now

I still wish I was you.