a loverboy that didn’t last
an agreement
maybe it wasn’t supposed to
i can add him to the list
i’ve got going in my head
‘ones who left’
never wrote it down because
i think it might change
a loverboy who held my head
the 30th time he found me
spinning in circles
chasing neon with whiskey
held it until the morning after
brought me water in a mug
‘you’re a cool girl, can i see you tonight’
and then never called
i can write about him
until i find someone new
loverboy who i wasn’t ready to lose
just yet
he asked ‘yet’?
and i corrected
‘ever’
loverboy who left me little crumbs
to eat
after he took me home for dinner
he says he’s ‘not in the right place
for loving a girl like you’
and i roll my eyes, toss my socks into the corner
‘yet?’ i ask
‘ever’