The Uncanny Manic Pixie Dream Boy
I wanted to want you
pretty&so-silly boy
with the really pretty face
I wouldn't have minded touching,
studying, slither-snake soft and slow, to siphon
the energy out of you, your charm,
your ability to knock my guard down.
If only for the split of a second.
I reckoned I could fawn over you,
trying to make you my blueprint,
my model to improve upon.
I could feel something greater
in the core of you and I wanted to want
more but I didn't. Just a silhouette
to slip in and out of, suave to the eye
and the touch. I needed your method
of making eyes twinkle, making laughter
chime out of mouths slow, tossed back in joy,
to be you, but better I needed to out-do you
l could feel you had a semblance of sense,
but were restricted, trapped in the marble
you hardened around yourself to settle
for unnecessary misery and rigid aloneness.
I wanted to crack at my marble like warm decadent
dessert, with excitement, anticipation,
with knowing what kind of bliss might exist
when I sculpted myself into a closer-to-God like version of you.