Let’s run in fields & through the dark together, fall off swings & burn special things & both play outside in bad weather. Let’s eat badly, let’s watch adults drink wine & laugh at their idiocy. Let’s sit in the back of the car making eye contact with strangers driving past, making them uncomfortable; not caring, not swearing, don’t fuck. Let’s both reclaim our super powers, the ones we all have & lose with our milk teeth, the ability not to fear social awkwardness, to panic when locked in the cellar; still sure there’s something down there. & while picking from pillows each feather, let’s both stay away from the edge of the bed, forcing us closer together. Let’s sit in public with ice cream all over both our faces, sticking our tongues out at passerbys. Let’s cry, let’s swim, let’s everything. Let’s not find it funny lest someone falls over. Classical music is boring, poetry baffles us both. There’s nothing that’s said is what’s meant. Plays are long, tiresome, sullen, & filled with hours that could be spent rolling down hills, & grazing our knees on cement. Let’s hear stories both lose our innocence. Learn about parents & forgiveness, death & morality, kindness & art, thus losing both of our innocent hearts, but at least we won’t do it apart. Grow up with me.
A woman sitting by herself is not waiting for you. written by Caitlin Stasey (via alilnugget)