self-indulgence

in my daydreams
i am the kind of girl you love
poetically.

my skinny body
beats in your arms like a butterfly,
and

i am the kind of girl
you can’t pin down,
map out,

hold to one definition,
and
you will

smile
when i am gone
with puzzled, upturned lips

and nostalgic eyes,
knowing more about me
than i do.