our love affair lasted
three minutes
you're happy to be a friend
i don't know why you like
to be around me —
all the fucking time.
you say please,
thrice,
when you want to
go out with me
and you pray
that i feel better soon
my whole body aches
and i feel so confused
i'm thinking about
your big hands
your animated eyes
idontwantfriendsiwant
peopletowantmeforever
andeverandeverandever
andeverand
we're young we're
trying to make money
we're talking day
and night we're
brushing hands
how much longer till my
friends come back?
how much longer till my
growing pains fade?
how much longer till i leave home?
