I’d like to be loved now
At nineteen, perilously close to twenty
but still nineteen, hopeful nineteen
filled with doubts and fears plenty
Still not done with being eight
Hunting for flowers and chasing butterflies
Lazing around and perpetually late
I’d like to be loved now
At nineteen, soft and lovely nineteen
With skin still smooth and hair still wild
Eyes shiny with excitement at sights not yet seen
Still fearless, still vulnerable, still simple
Never tired of the day, never afraid of the night
Nails painted red, but a knee still with a dimple
I’d like to be loved now
Sitting in the sun for hours and soaking it all up
Enjoying the warmth without having to rush someplace
Now would be nice, over hot, sweet tea in a cracked cup
When your text at 3 a.m can make me smile
Cupcakes and shared chocolate and tickle fights
Still acceptable and not yet juvenile
When my cheeks are still able to blush
Butterflies in my stomach and tingles on my skin
At your every glance, at your every touch
I’d like to be loved now
Now, before others decide when
Now, before they decide who and why
Single-mindedly conjuring up lists of suitable men
Now, when our days aren’t dictated by work and meetings
Heads filled with worries and shoulders drooping with exhaustion
But now, when my face still lights up with just your morning greeting
It will happen. 🙂
Haha, society might disagree! But I’m not too worried. 🙂