A cold sweat forming
on my brow, you offer me
half your seat because
I look morose, and I tell you
in a contemptuous voice
to not dare take advantage,
but your need for closure
outweighs my need to mouth
the word friendship to you,
yet you focus on my lips hoping
to inch your way closer.
I guess you confused my
narrowing eyes for eyes of
lust and appreciation.
And don't get me wrong,
I do appreciate you
as a person,
but right now I do not feel
the need to be looked at as
a play thing. I'm not a *****
kept in your nightstand.
I'm not a blanket
made of boyfriend material.