I’ll give you a name,
because you mean something to me.
More than just the penny in my pocket,
you’re the warmth in my tummy after pumpkin soup.
I’ll clasp my hands together more often,
eyes closed and everything.
because I’m not begging for you,
you’re the reason for my rugged rosaries.
I’ll wear my glasses all day,
and not just in the office to see Powerpoint slides from afar.
Because when you cross the road,
I want to know the color of thread on your shirt buttons.
I’ll finish the book,
and not one of those weekend binges to escape my mind.
Because I want to be a somebody five years from now,
and I want you to be there with me.
I’ll listen to the mixtape,
I need to start somewhere.
Because my hips needs to find its own rhythm
and I eventually want you to hold them when they do.
I’ll be eating porridge and fruits in the morning,
because this is how I do.
Toast when I’m anxious
but I promise we can do with some bagels or waffles on weekends.
I’ll do the dishes and the cleaning,
because I’m good at it.
The ironing and anything above an arm’s length my head,
no. That’s all yours.
I’ll always sell you an idea for dinner,
because I’m an Ad girl at heart.
I’m all about the references,
them words in those lines and them meaning between it all – my antics.
I’ll be the frustrated patriot,
because I’ve got no home.
The places I know,
is a washing machine full of my laundry.
I’ll be doing a lot of things,
I’ll be changing from person to person,
I’ll be all sorts of crazy,
because that’s what I’ve got to do.
because I need to keep going.
because I need to.