some girls value themselves by
the amount of times they felt his hand
on the small of their backs
or the tingly feelings they felt near their heart
when they felt him whisper their name against their bare necks.
i’ve always measured my life in cups of decaf coffee i’ve had before noon and
the number of nice things i did for a stranger each day.
and that’s okay,
but i know once i find him
my life from then on will be valued by the times i felt
his lips on my skin and the pressure of his fingertips
against my bones
because i’m just a girl who so desperately craves
to be swallowed up by a love she’s only ever read about before.