My soulmate boy, he's elusive.
But this man boy lover thing, he's always here
He say's "I love you," "You look so cute," "You are beautiful,"
He buys me jasmine honey, and mai tais, and sushi, and huge bottles of water.
He wants to take me to the beach and make me healthy.
He wants me to cook food, He says it's heavenly.
Soul mate, he wants me to roll around with him on narcotic things,
He wants to spin around for hours wearing beaded feather head dresses and v-neck tshirts picking flowers and braiding them in our hair.
He wants to smoke cigarettes and drink cheap champagne.
He wants to starve me so we can fit into each others bones.
Lover, he want to make me heathly and bright, shiny and full,
He wants me to be a woman child he can hold and love. Love.
Soul mate, he wants me to be a child girl with him forever,
Peter Pan and Wendy,
Or maybe Tigerlily.
He wants me to find a girlfriend.
Lover, he loves me and doesn't care if I change or gain weight or cry or get angry and scream or chase after butterflies in the middle of coversation or talk to pigeons in the street.
But soul mate, neither does he.
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