suddenly
we're friends.
you trust me
(with most things)
i trust you
(with everything*)
and suddenly
you want to know who i like.*
[*except that.]
she's there
the one you used to like
and we're both trying to cover it up
because it's my secret
not yours
and i don't want you to know
yet.
although that yet may mean you never know
and at the moment
i'm okay with that.
so we're playing a guessing game
while i'm packing for a holiday
and you've narrowed it down
and she left
because it's 11.30pm
and i'm not giving you any more clues.
i don't want you to know
but fuck it
it's already too late
and i know you're smarter than what i give you credit for.
YOU ARE READING
him.
Poetryno name was mentioned but you thought of someone, didn't you? ...i definitely did. i think i always will.
