Fuck you (gently): Unrequited Three

Some people start their poems with

“baby won’tcha look my way”

But you’re already looking my way

I just don’t know how to meet your eyes.

 

Baby don’t fall for me

I’ll break you where it doesn’t heal.

 

(and I could be reading into this but sometimes literacy is a virtue)

(Do you feel me inside you yet

because I see myself in your eyes)

 

You make me warm,

Maybe that’s enough.

I’m going to keep it this way

Shove it down into my heart

(and maybe a little lower)

Shove it down far enough that you won’t find it

(secretly hoping you’ll look)

 

And if I break you break too

Because you look at me like you can’t afford to lose me

You can’t afford to lose me

But you can’t afford to love me

It never works out for everyone

It never works out for anyone

Fuck You: Unrequited Two

I told them all

Boy don’t fall for me because I’ll break you where it doesn’t heal

You reflect what you sow

And karma is a cat that claws at me while it digs into my lap

I’ll never tell you how much I want you there

I’d die first.

 

It’s much easier to blame you

Because boys only say those things when they want to fuck me

But baby you’re a man I guess

And mine might be one eventually

It doesn’t stop me

From wanting to be something that you’d want

So you’ll say those things

Because you’ll want to

Fuck

Me

 

My first love was unrequited

I’ve learned that most of them should be

 

If I fall onto your floor

Splatter on the ground

Will you lick me up between the cracks

Take me tomorrow and I won’t tell a soul

I know I’m already between your chest

I want to be between your legs

I think I’ve felt you here before

Before I knew you were there.

 

Fuck you for being much too late

Fuck You.

And fuck your perfect hair too.

 

(His hair is like melted chocolate

Swirled around the bottom of a scalp

That peeks through just so.

Coming down the sides of his face

Not a waterfall,

No,

Not a waterfall.

More like an ever loved childhood crush,

You resemble too much.)

 

Goddamn you.

 

And Goddamn me,

I fell and I fell and I buried it under someone else’s sheets.

I refuse to trade stability for this high.

 

So I tell myself that you are too short.

Too old.

Too handsome.

You’d never consider me

And my rolls of cushy fat

And my zitty face.

I’m honoured you even share with me a Ryan Gosling smile.

Goddamn you.

And goddamn me.

And goddamn you, heart,

For daring to beat for someone else.

 

Fuck you.

And fuck your perfect hair too.

And fuck me.

 

Please.