I think we can be something
but we're not even a we.

If we could have each other
would we even want it anymore?

I keep calling us a we.
In my head and in poetry.

We're not a we.
But **** we should be.

I really can't wait
Until I have a baby
and a wedding

For the facebook likes.

Strike 1: he has a girlfriend
Strike 2: who I know
Strike 3: want to play a different game?

I want you.
That's what they said
But I know enough to know the you
Stands for
underneath my clothes

and not *ultimately
me at all.

Texting until 3 am

all of them

again

I must be lonely
or bored

or

interested or

interesting?

Bought myself flowers today
If you'd ever met
my ex
boyfriends
You'd know why
This isn't sad at all.

I've been treated right
I've been treated wrong
I've been left
I was always right.