Sitting in the car after a terrible movie and a friendzone
We find ourselves hugging it out like broskis.
Your arms tight like rubber bands cutting into my skin,
I tell you how much I hate you for leading me on
But your arms become paralyzed around me
And I like it so I ask
This really dumb question:

“I’m gonna ask a really dumb question; and if the answer’s no I’ll shut up and never mention it again.”
“Fire away.”
“Can I try? Just once, so I know what it’s like?”
“Try what?”
“You know what.”
—you pause and grin in realization that you’ve still got me even though it’s I who have got you—
“Sure, go ahead,” you say as I turn bright gold inside so I hold your face gently and
Caress those golden curls
And oh my gosh that is your mouth mmm yum ok lets try and how those fireworks

!BOOM!CRACKLE!POP!

“Just once,” I said. But I kissed you three times

And I ******* meant it

You said “never done it like that before”
I said “I do”
I said “thank you”
You said “bye” and shut the door which you then left unlocked

I drove 100 yards.
Shouted woo hoo.
Got sad.
Drank.

Slept.

Woke.

And oh god the pain—

Two bros converged into a fellowhood
And stoked to share their Fight Club quotes
And be two broskis, juiced they stood,
And shotgunned PBRs, long as they could,
till they were wrecked in a sweet-*** boat

Then proclaimed the bros, into the air,
“Turn on the flatscreen, let’s watch the game”,
it was Saturday so the day was theirs;
and as they sat in their folding chairs,
the smell of axe the air became

And clad in their Costas they loudly played
a song no bro’s cracked iPhone lacks.
Oh, they know their bops like they know their whey!
They smelled their teen spirits and exhaled away,
JUUL clouds of fruit flavors with swag densely packed.

There is no replacing these two guys
and their dudely jockish fashion sense.
Two bros converged as two would, and aye-
They forged the path bros travel by,
a path of bliss and ignorance.

I hate everyone around me

*******
*******
*******
*******
*******
I can’t say it enough
I’ll never forget the **** you’ve told me
Enough is enough
Apologies worthless, like *** with women who don’t know me
**** it it’s tough
Not a person on earth who can claim that they own me
You’re playin it rough
Maybe 4-5 but no real homies

And nobody knows me
I watch this **** closely
I got time for the broskis

But I’m finding blood hard to deal with
Maybe I should cut off circulation?
I mean I am the fifth
They got two more, who apparently cause them happiness, I’m trouble eh?
Breaking us apart
******* im putting us together
Tethered us and weathered the constant ****
Used my back for heat when y’all were made of leather
I suffered
This is my release
I’ll always love you
But...
*******
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*******
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I don’t really know much about poetry and may not write it conventionally but I love to write my feelings down and would love to communicate with others who feel similarly. Thank you