Not Like Prickly Scum Poem by abi Whitaker

i dream about you all the time
but i don't know who you are
who is you
yes i dream about you
i pretend you're my pillow
because i just want to hold you
i want you to hold me
but i open my eyes
and i've still woken up alone
i just want you
this made up guy
to come along
and fill up pages with my portrait
because he draws yeah
and he'll write songs about me
and call me his sweetheart
and at the end of the day
he'll be the same
albeit tired
but he'll never turn into a pr*ck
he'll never shut doors in my face
or tell people i'm a b*tch
because he's a nice guy
he's a good guy
not like that prickly scum.