You tell me

You don’t like changing

In the locker room

And pull your sleeves down

And I think

There’s more under

Your clothes

Then skin


You tell me

You find a

"Don’t jump" self help book

On your Mom’s bedside table

And you don’t say anything else

About it

But I hope you

Don’t jump either


You laugh

And say

You hate soup

So you don’t eat anything instead

And I think I know something

You hate more than soup


You bite your lip

And tell me I look nice

And I hope you know

I like you too