I want to be the tape on your walls

The pictures in your bedroom

The magazines on your floor.

I want to be the empty cans in your recycling basket,

And the sweet taste of Lemon tang

As it slides down your throat.

I want to be the freckles on your nose,

Nestled tightly and softly

Against your pale skin.

I want to be the girl down the hall,

The one you wait for everyday.

Or the pen that you hold,

As you write me a poem.

I want to be everything.

The loose leaf papers scattered in your locker,

The tests you didn't study for.

I want to be the change in your pocket,

Thoughtlessly exchanged for a soda when you're thirsty.

I want to be the anger in your voice,

As you scream at me.

"Go away!"