The best conversations we had were when I was alone
and you stayed in my mind like a flower in a vase.
When we’re together, I’m looking for exits and escapes.
Not on purpose, on habit, the way I chew my nails
I waited too long for him to ask
the specific questions I so badly wanted to answer.
I want to wear blue eyeshadow and never speak again
Or give speeches to millions and tuck flowers behind my ear.
I’m a confusing person to be and to be around.
So please forget me,
until you’re all grown up and falling asleep and
remembering late nights and laughing girls and
the way I curled against you like a comma and a pause