don't you just

i mean,
stealing pictures in those camera frames...
don't you just want to capture me in black and white, one time,
with my hair falling across my face,
and my freckles shining through in grey shades,
like dirt smudged on my nose and cheeks...
like a speckled egg.
i mean,
i crack just as easily.
i mean,
i really really like you.
i mean,
i wish i was the camera and you the lens,
or the film,
or the scenery.
i mean,
i wish you were proud of me,
and that i was older sooner,
or younger shorter,
or both and neither
simultaneously.
i mean,
don't you just sometimes just want to kiss me?
i mean,
don't you?