How odd a crush feels at this age
Can’t touch you
My imagination running wild
So far from the blind optimism I had as a child
Between then and now lays a battlefield
So many poems and un-watched movies
A tangled mess on the lazy boy
When I sip red wine I swear her perfume is in the air
So many casualties to your endless legs and long hair
So many casual head nods and nonchalant agreements
Cause fuck him and he’s no good, you know, all that
You could do better. Someone like me. Yet not me.
I’m going to have to excuse myself
Find a park bench somewhere and remind myself I don’t want that right now anyways
Want to tie some loose ends. Head out west.
Be closer to my mother and brother
Oh how odd this feels
A crush at this age
d,r
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