I know in his head we're high school sweethearts
saying hello with kisses on our lips
he thinks we'll go to college together
and soon enough I'll let him touch my clit
this is what he makes of that time in the bathroom
concludes interest when I've skipped class on Tuesday
but it's anxiety that used to drive me around
and regrets I was gathering in his hallway
to me he's just a boy I was told to date
"you can't know 'til you try" wasn't the worst advice
if trials and errors are how I do life
I still know pressure and lies aren't how love creates
still being with him is easy here's my secret:
laugh at all his jokes even when it's bad
be sure your hair's pretty and not pink dyed
let him buy you stuff and question your life
while you keep on small talking with a smile
then when you go back to your own bed every night
don't forget to cut more pieces of who you are
YOU ARE READING
BOYS.
Puisia short poetry collection about boys maybe with a lesbian twist - looking back on past relationships with boys (& girls), the narrator explores the depth of compulsory heterosexuality and how it manifests itself
