“i’m your safety net, the girl you don’t take to bed, the one you play games with and tell me to put my life on hold waiting for when you stop kissing meaningless people and come back ever the conquering hero who just wants to settle down with that nice next door girl well fuck you and fuck the horse you rode in on my mouth is too beautiful to be filled with the ashes of waiting on your backburner my mouth is too beautiful to talk around your name as if it was a shard of glass i hold between my teeth, no, i’m not your plan in case your life goes south, i’m way too fucking good for my whole story to be “one day he’ll figure it out just wait and see” i’m not yours i’m not i’m my own fucking person and i have dreams and hopes and aspirations and they’re all about a million times more important than sitting around twiddling my thumbs until i’m your special person because if you can’t get around to loving me now don’t fucking bother somewhere out there is a girl with great hair who would fall for me the moment that our eyes meet or maybe there’s somebody who starts a conversation in a library and never wants to leave my side or maybe it’s a boy just like you but i’m not ever his fucking fallback, i’m his main attraction so keep it up keep saying you’re in love because it doesn’t matter to me all that fucking much.”
— Written for my friend who asked for a poem about “your best friend telling you that he loves you and that he’ll always have a crush on you and that he thinks we’ll get married some day but he wont break up with his girlfriend.” /// r.i.d




















