Man

"Excuse me miss?"

He loves it when that happens. He loves how awkward they always feel, how they apologise for so greatly offending him by calling him a woman. He doesn't care. He paints his nails.

He has to tie his hair up for work, but when he's free he lets it fall down his shoulders. It gets in the way when he kisses me, but then again, so does mine.

My boyfriend with soft eyes and softer lips, conditioned hair and chipped, black nails. My boyfriend who cries and smiles. My boy, a man.