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Maybe what I want to say to you won’t fit in a poem
“You’re so cool” isn’t what a poem is supposed to be
but uncertainty and shyness won’t fit in an ode
and you’re too confident to need a poem.
There, I have an excuse
Why even bother trying to be ‘just friends’ with a guy
especially a guy like you
who’s already king of the hill
Next year, Saturdays will seems so empty without your short black hair
hearing pianos play random jazz
seeing you fling and arm around all your girl friends
except me.
But I don’t need you anyway.
At least that’s what I say
to myself when I look in the other direction.