there's a little part of me that always has to lie.
like that girl I asked to marry me in kindergarten
or that boy who told me he loved me
but then I threw up because the idea was so gross.
or even the real reason
seventh grade wasn't my favorite year.
I've always had to say 'him'
skate over the facts a little.
just to be safe.
I have to pretend to be safe.