He was in love with landmark
virginity. Comical and awkward,
he should know what he's doing during sex.
Early Sunday morning,
he was in love with me -- that
kid you hate. Just know it wasn't me.
I lost it. That valentine is a curse.
Skinny white boy poet is hard to
swallow. He seems to be lying
so as to tell you about it.
But we went to bed with each other, and faced
opposite sides of the wall.
I don't understand why you left.