[i want a boy]

i want a boy with bright eyes and a clear conscience. with soft hair that falls just so across his face. who sucks at math, but likes it anyway.

i want a boy who brushes his teeth with his mouth open, foaming. who walks with a casual spring. with thin fingers and a crooked smile. a boy who glances up when walking outside. with lips of bruised perfection, and the jawline of a panther.

i want a boy with a heart like a tiger, who understands my thoughts without the need for words. a boy who's clumsy with his feelings, but honest all the same. who wears no watch and has no use for rulers.

i want a boy who laughs at his mistakes, who wastes no time in sorrow. who carries flowers in his pocket to remind him of my face. a boy with fluttery eyelashes to brush against my cheek. who doodles spaceships in his notebook, and dreams of outerspace.

i want a boy who has no use for mirrors, who wipes his face on his sleeve. a boy whose cheeks are flushed with morning, who smells of dark december. who spills a bag of skittles and eats them off the floor.

i want a boy who lives without a meaning, accepts his life. who wanders without wishing, who sees no need for games. a boy who sleeps with a smile on his face. who speaks to me in poetry, and kisses me at random.

i want a boy who doesn't jeer at poetry, who carries around a pen and writes down what he sees. who listens to my heart beat when he lays across my chest. a boy who awakens in the cold a.m. to make sure i'm ok.

i want a boy who loves without caution, and sings for me to wake. whose bright eyes search for silence, whose world is open space.

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i want a boy who makes me smile incessantly. who holds the corner of my jaw softly in his hand. who whispers lyrics over my shoulder while i fix him lunch.

i want a boy who leaves notes beside my toothbrush, to read after he's gone. a boy who wishes with the eyelashes that have fallen on my cheek. who props his face up with his forearm and watches cartoons from the floor.

i want a boy who takes me seriously, except when i am joking. who spells i love you in his cereal and chases fireflies at dusk. a boy who sits for hours in thinking, does cartwheels in the grass.

i want a boy who walks around in snowpants, just to hear the sound. a boy who listens to me breathing, and tries to match his own. who grabs my hand and pulls me into a dance across the floor.

i want a boy who does work with pleasure, but looks ridiculous in a suit. who doesn't scream at football games or drivers on the street. a boy who sends messages in bottles out into the lonesome world.

i want a boy who has the penmanship of an eight year old, and holds the stylus so. who drives with the sunroof open on cold dark winter nights. a boy who gasps at simple insects and says to them, hello.

i want a boy who sacrifices the opening of a movie just to get my drink. who believes me that i love him, and looks me in the face. a boy whose needs must be an answer to this thing i have to give.