You’re it.
You tickle me when I’m mad,
and tell shitty jokes when I’m sad,
and call me out when I’m being a brat.
You’re it.
You don’t let me pick fights—
You say, “Let’s work together,”
instead of proving who’s right.
You give me time to spiral
just to help me unwind.
You let me make my choices
when I can’t make up my mind.
You’re it.
You see me—
let me speak freely
of my fixations,
exasperations,
inspirations,
aspirations,
and sing the same six songs
on repeat.
Harmonizing to the elephant love medley,
jamming to the anthems of our angsty teens,
while everyone sees us breaking free.
You’re it because
even in my mess,
my personal hell—
tying my mind in knots
over stories imagined by me
that I’d rather not confess,
but to you I’ll always tell—
you treat me as an equal,
not more, not less.
You’re it because
even when I don’t,
you love me well.
Kailani Norwell is an amateur writer. She writes for the love of writing. It is her sincerest form of expression—a way to put her wide-ranging ideas and life experiences into something cohesive. As a clinical therapist, she helps others find, listen to, and use their voice. And her writing is her voice. The world as she experiences it is her inspiration, and her love of personal flair fuels her style. She doesn’t think she’s to write the next great American novel, but she’s to write something. Stay curious.
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