My name is Millie, his is Dave
We spend time together
We make love at his cave
That’s what he calls his dormitory
What confuses is him and me
What are we doing?
Where are we at?
I want to know
But I’m afraid to ask
When I try to engage on the topic
He puts me off with a laugh
Or a look, he evades
Is this love or just hooking up?
What is this stage?
No labels, no drama
Is this what it’s about?
If he’s not my boyfriend, what is he?
What am I?
I’m going to be brave
If there’s an argument, so be it
Time to hash this out
I can’t live like this
Maybe I’ll quit