if you were my boyfriend, i’d ask you out everyday. i’d walk you to your doorstep, kiss your nose. if you were my boyfriend, i’d never pass up an opportunity to kiss you. if you were my boyfriend, i would stop being shy, i would laugh and jump and sing. if you were my boyfriend, i’d bake you cookies and blondies and pies. if you were my boyfriend we’d schedule tuesdays together and walk your dog. if you were my boyfriend, i wouldn’t have to get rid of the box, i wouldn’t have to tear out the pages in the lovely bones with your name all over it. if you were my boyfriend, i’d stop crying. if you were my boyfriend, i’d wrestle you and let you pick your nose in front of me. if you were my boyfriend, i wouldn’t mind that you didn’t shower (i still don’t). if you were my boyfriend i’d take pictures of you all the time. if you were my boyfriend i’d spend nights with you by climbing out my window. if you were my boyfriend, i’d tell you everything, i’d show you my world, the world i hid from you before.
if you were my boyfriend, if you were my boyfriend..
if i was your girlfriend, i would show you everything i was afraid to before you broke up with me. if i was your girlfriend again, i’d make sure i wasn’t too late. i’d make sure you were happy with yourself, and then me. i’d give you star kisses, i’d treat you better than i did before.
if you were my boyfriend. again.