I want somebody to write a poem about making love with me again. I want a stolen kiss. I want to sneak into spaces again and give off sparks. I want to say "fuck you, i love him". I want a confession. I want to trace out constellations of moles. I want a shirt that says "loved". I want a call. I want someone to paint my portrait. I want to go to the movies and make out. I want to play footsies. I want to be touched underwater. I want to be taken out to dinner. I want a crowbar. I want someone else's sweater on my back. I want to be embraced. I want to be sung to sleep. I want an angel with raven's wings. I want to be 19 again.