Sapphic

She smells like winter and stale cigarettes

She’s got this smile that makes me melt

I could so easily tangle myself up in her hair

I want to hold her hand every second of every day

I’m slow dancing with some boy

He’s got his hands on my waist

My head is on his shoulder

The entire time I’m watching her dance

He has real pretty blue eyes

Any girl would be lucky to have him

But not me

I don’t want him

I only want her

R.R.