you seem like the kind of girl

that watches sunsets

and daydreams on her back porch

does your mother call you in for dinner

while you say

just a moment, mum.

and stand up slowly, rubbing paint

onto your cutoff jeans?

.

i bet you have a dog,

named Spots or Timmy or Tiger

and two brothers and no sister

but i bet you

wish for one.

two parents, that's what you have.

they kiss while you and your brothers

groan and whine about it.

.

and here you are, sitting on this curb

next to me,

the girl everyone's afraid of,

and ask why i hate you.

.

jesus, girl,

don't you know i'd give anything to have that?

it may seem glamorous on

whatever pathetic soap opera you watch,

but i promise having no one there

for you

is about as bad as it can get.

.

at least,

out here in the suburbs it is.

.

i'm sick of

being sarcastic

and im sick of

being called a bitch.

.

but, you know,

that's the only way i know how to be.

.

don't give me that pitying look,

i'll slap it off your face,

i swear.

.

i'm not here to be pitied

i'm here to save you.

.

don't ever give up the way you watch

sunsets or the way

you listen to love songs.

that's special,

that's gold,

.

and, damn it,

i'd give anything to be like that

again.