Everyday Things

I wrote this back in my senior year of high school. A little cheesy. I was working my first job and had a huge crush on one of the managers! He was thirty years older than me and he had red hair...

I'm not sure I love you
But I think I do
Your fat overflowing your waistband
Like a pot-bellied stove
I want to cut you loose from your suspenders
And tell the boss it's okay if you don't gel your hair
I like it better that way
Tendrils of apple spice that curl around your forehead
The curtains on your face that set the stage
where your eyes, the actors, put on their best performances.
I wish you could be real to them
the way you are with me
I love your tattoos--the ones you're not allowed to show
the Fetus in the Frying Pan
stitched into your purple skin
It used to scare me, but I love it now
I think I do
You're almost fifty, but we're stuck on the same page
Do you have enough ambition for me?
Do you want to leave the gutter
as much as you say you do?
We all have our wings 
Some just choose not to fly
I want to know
if you were given one more day
Would you do all the things you've never done
or would you use it up
Spending your last hours with the one you care about the most
Doing everyday things?

Author's Note

I was 17 when I wrote this. That's my only defense.