The horoscope says
We’re not meant to be that
Good friends is
All we ever could be
Apparently the air
Between us
Is highly conducive to
Failure in relationships
That romance
Between a Virgo and an Aquarius
Is as likely as getting a suntan
In the middle of fucking
Winter.
Well, you know what?
Those astrologers
Can go ahead and kiss
My ass that you love so much
Because clearly they’ve got it
All fucked up
Like my hair after 8 PM
On Saturdays.
Why exactly does it matter
That I was born in August
A year after
You were born in January?
Is that why we don’t hold hands?
Is that why nobody knows
Including us
Exactly what the fuck we are?
Is the planetary alignment
At the times of our birth
To blame for why
We could never
Have a proper date?
You see the reason
Why I’m all messed up is
Because I downloaded an app
And it told me that
It was being nice
When it said
We should just be friends.
And really
I shouldn’t care.
It’s just an app.
What does it matter?
And yes, it’s true
It doesn’t matter, still
I couldn’t help but wonder
If maybe
It’s not the only one
Who sees things
That way.