Was it flirting when you
called me a nickname only
family calls me?
Was it flirting when you
made a joke and rizz but you
looked right at me as you said it?
Was it flirting when we
hung out all practice and
practiced 1 on 1?
Was it flirting when
the first thing you said
was to me, reminding me
of the great things I did?
Is it flirting that I responded with
something so me, that it made you
make that ironically cute smile
that spreads across your whole face?
Was it flirting or friends?
I don't think I like you
but maybe I do. Maybe I need
some certainty and clarity. I'll
start with flirting.
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Poems
PoetryA collection of poems by me about lie, depression, and other mental health stuff. TW: These poems discuss suicide, substance use, and self-harm.
