11/27: a catalog on biology

she likes boys.

she likes them a few months younger with short hair and clear skin and deep eyes and young smiles and high IQs and she likes

softer boys—

she likes them submissive and compliant and she doesn't care whether they have dreams or not as long as they're like dogs on leashes and kneeling on the floor never getting enough with hands behind them cuffed and she likes

rough boys—

she likes them taller with big hands and stupid smirks and insatiable libidos and bruised fists and explicit vocabularies and she likes boys who like it rough and sometimes boys who like boys and she likes

boys—

she likes boys.

i like her—sometimes.

i listen to her rants about boys—sometimes.

my heart is stepped on—every time.

i am not a boy.