Kimya Dawson

All Platonic No Love Makes Gay Girls Fall Apart

empty glasses, glances

round table with no sides

family around it

but they seem to surround me

all that i can do is wait

and hope to god

my courage isn't taken

it started as a standard crush

it wasn't serious

but it was unrequited

so my love was quieted

but it still seeps through in the hopes of compassion

a day was a day

but that particular day

that day was hell

i told that god-forsaken girl i liked her

she didn't care

she told the principal

who told my mother

who sat me at a round table

and is now yelling at me

telling me im useless

and I believe it

now I spend days huddling my love in corners and empty corridors

and it hurts

but it works

that girl still doesn't love me

and the next girl i fell in love with I kept as a friend

because only platonically

can my love survive