she sat behind me on the back stairs
running her fingers through my hair.
im on the phone trying my best not to cry.
couldnt help it.
im on hold.
she just wanted to check up on me.
heard me talking shit to the guy that lives behind us.
what movie should she put in before her boy comes over.
leaned back onto her lap: “secretary.”
“oh you are good.”
not good enough.
“you have got it bad. ive never seen you like this. just pick from the other two!”
i cant.
i cant stop thinking about him.
anyone else i can drop in a heartbeat.
i forfiet. i give up. you win.
just tell me when its over.
so what is it?