I couldn’t get past it
The way you asked me if I like you
The arrow slowly shifted from yes
To
Who are you?
I gave up on
Doing my hair
To get high off your weed
And write shitty poetry.
I like your writing too,
But drinking doesn’t become you
And I swore i wouldn’t be sad
Because this happens every time.
It’s not me
It’s not you
And it’s definitely not us.