Your Friendship

You are the least romantic
person I have ever met.
“Can we be friends?”
I ask, tentatively.
“I thought we were
already friends.”
you answer gruffly,
as you pour me a drink.

Oh, i think.
“Is that what we were doing?
Just having a friendship?”

i don’t even
get along with you well.
sometimes, not at all.
the way you woke me up
last time was unforgiveable,
and in several states,
illegal.

but i am such a sucker
for waking up together
and having breakfast
its a wonder
ive refused to do it
for three years,
running

“Yeah,” you say
“this is what we’re doing.
I don’t know why
you have to fight me
on everything.”

i dont tell you that
I have my reasons.
i dont say much of anything.
i just like kissing
and, of course, rebellion.

can I be
your little hellion?

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