“The side of her head is shaved,
isn’t that weird?”
Afraid to admit my attraction,
I nodded in agreement.
And in a low voice
I responded with,
“yeah, weird…”
Yet again he pointed out,
“Look at her septum piercing!
Doesn’t she look like Benny the Bull?”
I looked away. Under my breath
I said, “I think…she’s cute.”
My friend turned
with simpering eyes.
“Really? Cute?
You’re a ****** too.”
I looked up, “I’m not weird.
I just think she’s pretty,
that’s all.”
He scoffed,
“Nah man, you’re really weird.
Tattoos and piercings aren’t attractive,
they’re weird but I guess weirdos
are attracted to other weirdos.
Flustered, I looked up to him.
“So what? Punk rock is pretty.
At least I’m not a pretentious ******* like you.”
And with that, I left him there.
© Matthew Harlovic
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
“The side of her head is shaved,
isn’t that weird?”
Afraid to admit my attraction,
I nodded in agreement.
And in a low voice
I responded with,
“yeah, weird…”
Yet again he pointed out,
“Look at her septum piercing!
Doesn’t she look like Benny the Bull?”
I looked away. Under my breath
I said, “I think…she’s cute.”
My friend turned
with simpering eyes.
“Really? Cute?
You’re a ****** too.”
I looked up, “I’m not weird.
I just think she’s pretty,
that’s all.”
He scoffed,
“Nah man, you’re really weird.
Tattoos and piercings aren’t attractive,
they’re weird but I guess weirdos
are attracted to other weirdos.
Flustered, I looked up to him.
“So what? Punk rock is pretty.
At least I’m not a pretentious ******* like you.”
And with that, I left him there.
© Matthew Harlovic
Just something that happened a while back.
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