Be my Marilyn

While everyone is busy seeking their James Dean 

I yearn for you to be my Marilyn

I long to admire your morning face 

Oh, How! you untangle your messy thoughts and mane 

I despise all standards of perfection 

You are far and beyond this Cosmo’s selection 

No, I am not here to rescue you, I won’t be your Hero, won’t play pretense 

I’d rather scramble and decipher your burned nostalgic forest so dense

And No! No! I won’t be the dominant one who’d make sure to clip your wings and burn your dreams at the stake 

Be quiet, crossed legs, corsets, don’t laugh, don’t speak and all the other archetypes I will break 

All I require is for you to be you 

Be peculiar, an overthinker, crazy, loud, and sometimes a freak so you’d never be cuffed up 

And whenever we’d face time I’d see the uncovered scared and not puffed up 

So, now this rhyme is coming to its end 

I told you all, I am not your typical, I am different 

Will you be my damsel in distress? Please Be my Marlyn