Know that I'm not yours
no matter how many times I write your name on my hand
Know that I'm not yours
no matter how many times I see you and my heart explodes
Know that I'm not yours
because I must get over myself
I must get over you
I must drown my thoughts with gin and diet coke
and write my ****** poetry with the marks of our past discretions on my neck and in my soul
I'm supposed to be taking notes about boring books and SAT's but instead I write about you
Your crooked smile
Your red vans
that strut past me on the boardwalk
You skinny arm that waves at me
to break the glass of awkwardness that nothing ever happened
The wave is something else
It is cleansing
the hand attached to this arm washes away our past transgressions Know that I am not yours
Even though I bled for you
Licked it off your lips like I needed you
on the second hand couch
in my basement