More like a kiss

I’ve always wanted to be powerful. But not in the way that a bullet is. More like a kiss. The impact is similar, I guess, but one is much more lovely. To have strength through that type of beauty, that’s the aspiration. Not just a force of nature but a force of good. Honestly, I think I’m just tired of being small. Feeling like I matter and my existence means just a little more than “something” to someone out there is a football I’ve been trying to kick for years. To love and to be loved. Like a kiss.