You and I used to meet here
at the Wash-n-Dry.
Mom says you're "Bad News."
Frankly
I don't care.
After all,
who is she to give advice?
Having been married
like five times already
to total losers who
couldn't possibly have ever
looked at her the way
you look at me!
She is always saying ridiculous things like
"That boy is gonna get you pregnant!"
To which I respond
"What kind of girl do you think I am?"
That's why it sucked this morning when
I read the results of that test.
Damn.
So Mom was right
about one thing.
But none of the other stuff
she said could possibly be true!
She's just jealous of the
way you love me.
You would never leave me
like my deadbeat dad left her.
She'll see.
You told me
you'd be here by six,
But now it's nearly nine, and they're
locking the doors.
You said you loved me,
and everything would be ok!
Where are you?
They want me to go home,
but I'm not leaving without you!
You're probably on your way right now.
Right????
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