unfortunate

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by zohappy

by zohappy

I am an awful flirt

but he just laughs

and flirts right back.

Every night we talk for hours

about things as expansive as gods

to as small as our lives on this planet.

If the conversation lulls

he rants to me about history

it puts me to sleep

but I like him so I never ask him to stop.

He is the reason my cheeks hurt from smiling

and the reason my eyes water from laughing.

Unfortunately, this can never be more than it is.

Nothing more than flirting.

He says his life is too messy

and that his own history would make me weep.

I understand.

I just think that it's unfortunate.

AN:

Oklahoma boy, this is about you. Thanks for being there for me.

ANYWAY!! Hi! Long time no see. The write every day in November thing didn't work out very well. Oh well. My intentions were good.

No journal today. This (not) poem already laid my guts out on the table.