he is kind to me
not for no reason
he picks up drinks
and opens doors
he sits next to me
and sends me hopeful smiles
I carry his hopes
in a diamond clutch
I take them home
where he hopes
I will place them in a box
on the mantle
so I can prop up my arm
and stare dreamily into
every offering of love
he has so generously given.
but instead
I toss his hopes into the fire
and douse them in gasoline.
his love is my heat
in a way different
to his understanding.
I'm sorry I don't love you in return
but my heart is too wild
to ever be coaxed into love
by open doors and soft smiles.
give me stars and forest fires
and then we'll talk.
PLEASE STOP CALLING ME, I'M TRYING NOT TO LEAD YOU ON BUT I'M TOO SOFT TO BREAK YOU // YOU JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT YOU PRACTICALLY LIVE IN THE FRIEND-ZONE // AN ODE TO HEARTBROKEN BOYS.
