by Christina DiLuzio
Sometimes I hate my friends on Friday nights.
I want to be sitting here long enough that it’s not awkward.
Insert your flavor and leave; It’s a metaphor for my life.
I’m scared I wouldn’t like me if I were someone else.
Your shirt is untucked in a way that makes me want to kiss you.
I meet so many people that I don’t deserve to know.
You aren’t as easily excited as me; Who made you so sad?
When the radio is on in my dream I start singing.
There used to be a day where I didn’t have an anxiety attack.
I make jokes when I’m uncomfortable so I’m always joking.
I want a relationship with the chase and not the person.
I don’t want to like you.