with all the experience
of tying friendship bracelets,
i would've thought that by now,
you would know a lot about "tying the knot".
but my favorite love song never sounded like "commitment"
(yours even less so), and the best romance i've had were always
tinged with confusion and regret
that bled like paper cuts.
maybe there's a reason
my fingers were always too small
to hold on to rings (they inevitably fell off).
maybe there's a reason
my hands were never strong enough to hold on to
another person's grasp, but strong enough to break hearts.
maybe there's a reason i am more inclined to want something
temporary and fleeting;
i live like i'm a vehicular accident waiting to happen
and love like i'm already in my coffin.

rejection tastes similar to second chances, and i guess that's
why you want to kiss me so badly, to maybe try and
rid yourself of her mournful eyes, or the look she gave you
when she said "let's just be friends."