I feel different.

Different how my mother said I would feel
Different than my friends howled
Different than my own imagination

Could I let this new experience into my chest with open arms?

Maybe another day
When my hair needs another trim

Another day when I'm alone and I could think

Another day converted by a smile drizzled in syrup.

I need to find some new scenery

Find grass that'll hold me for hours
I need to find love in the sun shinning on my skin I was taught to hate

I need to love, god dammit.