he tells me that I smell like raspberries
and taste like strawberries
and that he likes it
he misses me when he’s asleep
even though I’m
right there
next to him
this is playing pretend
but the kind that feels
so good
oh no
not this
not again
I didn’t think i’d feel this way again
promised myself I wouldn’t
so I just keep waiting
for him to be mean to me
(all the other boys are)
but he never is
and when I get
nervous
my friends tell me
they look at the way
he looks at me
he’s different from
all the other
boys
break hearts
and
laugh when
girls cry
and boys lie
maybe this time will be
different (is good)
maybe this time
will be something
–date nice boys
