cree

You touched me
and it got all over you.
You spread your fingers apart,
cause you didn't want it on your sheets.
But you said, "It's ok."
"But, it's embarrassing."
You get mad because we've
done the girl/boy thing for a year,
and I should be comfortable.
Comfortable enough to bleed
all over your sheets.

Fuck you...
It's embarrassing.

Maybe I should be comfortable.
If I could count the times
you got "it" all over me,
and I sat there
in my shit-eating grin,
and said, "It's ok."
But comfort is your friend.
not mine.
You just laughed and said
how cute I looked,
"Now stick out your tongue."

Fuck you...
It's different.

Because we played the game,
doesn't mean we'll win the next time
A year of good sex, back rubs,
giggling, and candy bars
helps. But it doesn't make up
for shitty boyfriends that
aren't interested in what Pocky is,
only the pinkness between my legs.
just because a size 10 is close
to a 9 and a half,
doesn't mean
it'll fit right away.

Fuck you...
and your shoehorn ideal.