Be Mine? Poem by Janine Alyssa Navarro

I tilt my head down
so I could see my hair
as it covers my face.
I want to stay
this way forever,
unable to see
anything.
I despise waiting
it’s like seeing
a desired promise
which is nothing
but an illusion.
Sights are deceiving;
they love to play,
they love to scare.
I see stoplights
in my head,
as I run a finger
through these
pretty little scars.
I call them home
these wounds.
The world
doesn’t know
that I’m up for bidding.
But I’ve no
price tag stapled, no.
The price is on you.
Take me
as I am,
only in exchange
for your being,
your sanity.
Be mine?
I’ve pretty hair.

I’ll let you comb it.