Pale.

I like that you know
exactly where to go and
how to get there.
I like that my arm fits
in your window just so
I can touch the roof.
I like that you can sing
Even though you strongly
disagree.

My shoulders are pretty
sore from all this
pushing and pulling
But you're not
Twisting my arms.

I don't want to be one of those
newlyweds on sandals beach
with a flower in my hair and
sand between my toes.
I'd rather travel the world
with holes in my socks
and a knife in my pocket.

But when the light fades
I'm still invisible to most.
Can you see me?

-A