one day i will finally
have the ovaries
to say all of this
but until then
maybe youll find
my hello poetry account.

Do you ever just
realize your friends are fake
catch feels for your ex
let emotions drown you
give yourself a stick-and-poke
hold in tears for months
cry a tsunami
restrict food and then binge nonstop
want to be loved
need a cuddle
feel so unbearably lonely
wish someone understood?

Don’t kid yourself
They’re only your friend when they
need a ride
have no plans
want some reassurance
are in pain.

Don’t kid yourself.
They’re only your friend when
it’s convenient.

We're best friends.
Doesn't matter that
I'm a high school junior and
you're a college freshman.
Until it's time to go dorm room shopping,
and then I'll "get there someday."

We're best friends.
Doesn't matter that
I live in New York and
you live in Connecticut.
Until I can't be driven to you,
and then I'm an irritation.