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I always watched you.
And I thought you watched me too.

Dark locks,
Pale skin,
Mysterious eyes.

…Dim light….

I overlooked that though.

‘Cus for once I didn’t see lust.
It was,
Not love,
Stronger than like,
More like,
Want.

But not in your pants,
In your arms.

It’s windy.
All bunched together,
No one wants to wash out their perms.
My hair was done,
Parted,
And shiny.
For you?

Tits pushed together,
Hidden out loud.
Weight on this foot.

You push past me.
You come back.

Small talk.

You reach for my hand,
My legs shake.
You take my phone.

What’s this?

The skeleton on My Chemical Romance’s CD cover.

You give me a funny look.
I smile slightly.
You are too cute.

You try to search my phone.
Want to know more about me?
I’ll tell you everything,
But the locks on my cell, thighs, and lips won’t budge.
Sorry.
Lost the key.

She comes over.
You slip an arm through hers.

She was texting me,
That’s why my phone rang in class.

Oh.
You put your arms around her
And sway.

I swallow spit.

She better be your girlfriend.
I smirk.

She is.

oh.

What does he see in her?
I can be much more.

But how do I know?
What will I do?

Let you be,
Or steal you away.

I think I might,
Kinda,
Sorta,
Maybe,
Just a little,
Bit,

Keep
“Flirting.”

But then it proves that SLUT is carved in my chest.
Then I’ll let you be.
And then… CATHOLIC?

Water builds up in my lungs.
I wish you could be my drain.


But thanks for the birthday gift anyways.
Thanks for the slap in the face.
Thanks for the kick to the stomach.
Thanks for the patch,
In my jacket,
Where I held,
That acrylic- sprayed,
Glass,
Half-heart.

Not on my sleeve.
More on my collar.