i want a girl in hotpants

crop top, thick thighs, no plans

i want a girl who’s reckless

sucks my vape, forgets her necklace

i want a girl with two phones

one for memes and one for thrones

i want a girl who’s moody

swears in bed but prays like Judy

i want a girl who’s grounded

not like you, who left me hounded

i want a girl who’s toxic

but like… sexy, not neurotic

i want a girl who smells like weed

but quotes love poems when i bleed

i want a girl who’d break my lease

then pay it off in pearl-white fleece

i want a girl with big hair

witchy rings and zero care

i want a girl who calls me “doll”

and spits my name against the wall

not you

not almost you

not wish.com you

i want the version you post through

i want a girl in hotpants

trust fund, sharp tongue, no plans

i want a girl who’s perfect

not you—just better, and with better hands

i want a girl with chill eyes

not one who begs then gaslights

i want a girl who shows up

not one who cancels ‘cause she froze up

i want a girl who’s stable

not you crying on my table

i want a girl who likes girls

not one who ghosted me, then kissed Pearl

i want a girl who’s honest

not one who broke the bro-code promise

i want a girl who fights fair

not one who shagged my roomie’s heir

i want a girl who stays late

not one who lied about a soulmate

i want a girl with taste

not one who sent me that thirst trap waste

i want a girl in hotpants

heart cold, glass nails, slow dance

i want a girl who’s god-tier

not you—you’re mid, and you cried all year

i matched a girl named tiffany

she said “u up?” and called me queen

i faked a moan in soft pink light

then cried alone all through the night

i kissed a girl in a backroom bar

she laughed and said i read too far

i tried a rebound just to cope

but ended up alone with smoke

i texted you “u miss me?”

you left me on read til 3:53

so i deleted all our pics

then re-uploaded just to twist the fix

"um... hey. just wanted to say you really fucked me up. but like... in a character development way? anyway. i met someone. she's not you. thank god."

she walked in wearing hotpants

green mesh, thigh chain, pure trance

she said, “you’re Cassi, right?”

and my whole ribcage caught on fire that night

she rolled a blunt and kissed my chin

said, “you write songs? put me in”

i said, “babe, i already did—

you're everything i manifested when i flipped that lid”

i want a girl in hotpants

jawline sharp enough to cut plans

i want a girl who wrecks me

breaks my back and says she gets me

i want her hands in my hair

i want her words in my mouth

i want to die in that stare

let the whole campus find out

she took my top off slow

and said, “no lies, no ghosts”

i whispered, “you’re not her”

she said, “i know. i’m worse.”

i want a girl in hotpants

no more mirrors, no more backhands

i want a girl who’s real

not you

not them

just something i can feel