Love Poem 138

you’re so pretty when you talk about how you hate yourself, and i don’t know if that’s ‘cause you look like me or you don’t. i had to take a walk, got sick of thinking about you with my legs wrenched shut and you’re a Boy with a capital b and i’m sorry if that makes me shallow. i didn’t know your last name until two weeks ago but it doesn’t matter because you talked to me first and who ever talks to me first? or whatever, maybe you’re normal and you just talked to me ‘cause you see me walking alone. i’ve seen you walking alone and it makes me feel better, you know?

and i don’t know if i want you in particular, i think i just want to stop wanting.
and maybe it’s stupid that i like you without even knowing you, but fuck it ‘cause i love everything i don’t know.