what can be said
about how we bond?
you don't fall in love
from discussions of
the spelling of "colour"
and being stabbed
in the eye with keys.
affection doesn't grow
from Pokemon mac-n-cheese
and days spent on your porch.
no firendhsip worth
pursuing more is as
twisted as this
and i cannot fathom
how such oddities could
begin to convince me
you actually care
the way i do.
so i must ask you
for the sake of being platonic
that you forget my drunken
stupid, way-too-truthful
words.
Author notes
well, i wasn't drunk when i told him the first time but i wish to god i wasn't when we talked about it.
idk.
it was a quick something i came up with in Poetry class. :]
3 more. enjoy them.
[in case you have no idea, i'm reitring my AP after 200. unless i am convinced to do otherwise. this place is just getting too old for me.]
Please tell me what you think
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WOAH, IS THIS ABOUT...?
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ben? yeah.
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i wish you wouldn't retire (although i have thought of doing the same thing). you keep things interesting here, and your poems are fantastic.
this poem was, as always, amazingly written. i love the way you pen things.
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nooooooooooononononononononononon dont retired it
i love reading ur poems
and stories
please
and i love this one
he LOVED the maccaroni by the way
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