on love and baseball

i play for both sides.

well really,

the whole field.

and i was never the best at sports

so,

needless to say,

i’m still learning the ins and outs.

my whole life leading up to sixth grade,

i believed my only option

was boys.

and so,

i liked them.

i liked pretty boys.

boys that wore nike elite socks

with slides,

or the same black outfit everyday.

i liked white boys.

with milky skin

clear blue eyes

and personalities

as dull

as a bowl of oatmeal with nothing else in it.

then,

without even realizing it,

i liked girls.

pretty girls.

girls with the calves of a soccer player

or front teeth with a little gap in the center.

i liked girls with soft smiles

curled lashes

wide hazel eyes

and hearts of gold.

now,

i like both.

well, guys

girls,

and everything in between.

boys with acne scarred cheeks

or endlessly long legs.

girls with freckles on their arms that form constellations,

hands that never seem to get sweaty,

and bodies as warm and comforting as

the bed you’ve slept in your whole life.

above all,

i’ve loved people.

people with laughs as gorgeous

as sunflowers

and smiles that made my days that little bit more bearable.

though i was never a very good athlete

and this game can sometimes seem polarizing,

i’ve always been a team player

and i’m more than happy to play

on this field.