Analyzing each brush stroke
of naked art.
Dirty confessions typed and sent
at midnight hours.
I humored our friendship,
it would dissolve at semester's end.
Every plan ever made:
canceled.
It was expected.
It was routine.
Each carefully drafted message
brings us closer
though not one is serious.
Our banter, harmless, flirtatious,
the highlight of my day.
Complete opposites:
reckless and spontaneous
calculating and timid.
We grow closer.
We both pull away.
Both are broken beyond repair.
I do not want to feel any of this
even if it feels right
for once.
