TOO GOOD.

|twenty six

my friends made me go out with them,

and unfortunately you had to come
along.

we didn't speak,

we didn't touch.

all we did was sit in the middle of the field alone,

because everyone else left hours ago,

and you insisted on staying with me.

just as i was about to get up to leave,

you grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers.

you told me you were just scared of anyone finding out you liked boys,

but again,

my stubbornness got the best of me,

and i ended up pushing your hand off and running away.

just like the coward i am.