MY FAVOURITE POEM so proud of this one actually

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"That shirt looks great on you

but I bet it would look better on my bedroom floor !"

In fact,

I bet all your clothing would look better on my bedroom floor.

Or piled up in my laundry basket,

Or spilling out through my closet doors.

I wonder how it would be to have your eyes,

Sing and laugh in your voice,

Or walk to all my classes with your height.

I wish I could jump and run with your chest,

Stand with my hands in jeans pockets with your body ratio,

Hell, I wish I could cry with your lungs after too much stress.

I want clothing to hang off my body like how it would hang off yours,

How a shirt could fall straight down instead of getting caught on protruding bones,

I wish I could breathe like you,

with no restrictions around my chest,

I want to hear your voice laugh, scream, sob and whisper,

but all with my command.

I wonder what it would be like to play a power chord on guitar without my pinky aching after two lines,

I wonder how I would hold myself with your legs,

and how talking with strangers would feel with your confidence.

Is it sad that I wish I could feel your leg cramps after flying in economy?

I wish I could eat a bowl of convenience store noodles with your mouth, 

Tie my hair back with your hands,

And not need to take breaks from not being dysphoric.

Oh, how I wish.

How I wish I wouldn't be so mad when I see you,

How I wish I wouldn't feel that burning anger in the pit of my stomach,

That would mix with jealousy and desperation,

Making me want to scream,

Cry,

Laugh?-

I wish I wouldn't need to hear my mom refuse me hormone treatment,

Over and over,

I wish I wouldn't need to think about the other way out,

So often.

I wish.

I wish I could just be you.