friends

2/26/2016

last night, we smoked, filling our heads with beautiful noise.

your red, droopy eyes staring deep into mine

our bodies sensitive to the touch…

we fucked--just as friends friends friends

the sex means nothing.

hanging out pushes the line.

what are we? what were we? are we okay to be anything?

we are just friends friends friends

we sleep in the same bed 

no kisses, no touch

you wake back up and leave angrily

we’re just friends friends friends