I want a boy who'd let me call him
my velveteen rabbit. (alone of course)

cause his open eyes would be glazed with future,
when we first kissed,
and his wrinkled hair matched the pictures,
when the light shown through it,
and his body curled up against mine,
when the nights were cold and lonely.

but mostly because it made him
feel loved and
beautiful,
which he would be,
too me.

and so in the end
the only thing I'd have to remind him of
is that he wouldn't be replaced
or rejected,

like me.