I hate you
For not wanting me
For looking at me
And not loving me
And for grinning at me
Like you do
I love you
For not wanting me
In that way
That would kill me.
And you know it would
Because you’re perfect
Like that.
You never hold my hand
The way you hold hers.
But I’m the first person
You want to
Call when she drops it
Like a hot potato.
You love that there’s no
Filter between my head and
My mouth. I make it
Fun for you to love me
At 12:00 in the morning
Through tears.
You make me crazy,
Literally. You are
Disgusting and distracting
And fun and warm.
And I hate you and I love you
For not wanting
To screw us up.