ryan pemberton · Sep 20, 2012
modern guilt

I looked over at this guy
on the bus next to me
crying into his backpack.

you learn pretty early on
in life, that it's wrong
to tell someone you
really dig, and would like
to fuck, that you love them.
especially if they are more
attractive than you are.
more especially if they
know it.

I looked over again and
he's trying so hard
to smile now.
'good on him for
trying,' we should say.
'good, suck it all
straight back up.'

I don't want to
look at that
and you sure as
hell don't want to
be seen.

 
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