i can't blame you really
i mean i'm just getting to know you.
you pour yourself a drink
and you hand the pitcher to me
and i pour myself a drink as well.
then we switch glasses
concoctions of our souls
and serve each other our lives
on not so silver platters.
and we share secrets.
pinky promise you won't tell
that your lips are tighter than those
who never let go.
because i promise
i won't
and my lips are sealed
almost as tight as the strength i would use
to hold your hand.
but back to the point
i look into your drink
and take a sip.
the words leave your mouth.
"i've liked her forever."
forever.
that's something i don't have.
i can't blame you really.
i mean,
i'm just getting to know you.