He won't kiss me in public
and won't kiss me in private
unless he's drunk
on alcohol and I want to
call you, but it's 1 A.M.
and I know you will be more upset
that I called
you before you finished your homework
than the fact that I am having a
major minor major crisis. The
backstory alone is enough
to put a narcoleptic, hopped up on
depressants, to sleep, but I
trust you because you were the one
who kissed tears
off my cheeks when I was not big
enough to not cry and
I already know what's wrong, but
I want to hear it from your mouth
so that I can know
it's okay to walk away again
like nothing happened.
