it is a thursday
we had said 6
it is 5:30
so i’m a little early
with the thought of
whether i was wasting my time
i’ve been liking me
and this me likes you
the you i don’t question
the you without questions
but answers so strict
i just might choose to stick around
on some other day
in some other world
if we had we met late
we ate, then we’re fucking
but i’m fucking with the different mes and different yous
when they meet
what’s the point in these timed interactions
for eventual detachment
can’t i just fuck without it meaning shit
then i’ll sit and i’ll fuss
for real romantic blushing
but when i see that you want me
or when you’re trying your best
instead of a thank you note
i just clear my throat and say okay
i wish i could stop denying affection
as some sort of self-protection
when the real redirection should be with me
cause i don’t know what i’m doing
or when i started doing
we’re here and i’m saying yes
but i’m watching me say no
but i don’t jump back into my body
i stay on the sideline watching it plummet
because on some other day
in some other world
this works
where i am not early nor late
where i am not so afraid
where i say
please, stay
i wouldn’t mind wasting more time with you