a poem a day for a year #227

Come over here and sit close to me. Tell me what it's like to be you. We can swap stories and be awkward together. I won't let you down or screw things up monumentally for a long time. Promise. Let's just pretend that we have all of our lives ahead of us, let's play games. There are a million places to sneak off to. I like the woods. The trees remind me of fairy tales. I am sometimes a wolf. I am never a riding hood.