another summer
another boy i love
who loves another other than me
and would rather i be her
boy
don't i know how to pick 'em
summer nights
please get me drunk
i want to not care so much that he says he loves me
only through texts
would do anything for me
but not when it matters
please give me drinks so it doesn't matter
i'm talking to his wall
slumped drunk
back against the wall
you won't make me feel better
you can't sub in
because as much as he wants her
i want you to be him
-7/31/2021
YOU ARE READING
from the wreckage of obsolescence
Romancelove, sex and vulnerability. chapter three of an ongoing collection of poetry by a bisexual woman.
