#essays nobody needed
was playing around with some prose, they’re not very good but I thought I’d share anyway
My mom likes to ask if I’m in love with my best friend
And although I love the boy, I’m not in love with him
But I grin and blush when I tell her no
I’m not ready to let go
Of the image of me and him walking down the aisle
I know how much that makes my mother smile
I’m scrubbing my neck to get rid of your lipstick stain
Washing your sweet sugar perfume down the drain
He’s the one that holds my hair back when I’m sick
But I can’t stop thinking about the taste of your strawberry chapstick
Sometimes I rest my head on his to remind him that I care
And he knows how much I love it when he runs his fingers through my hair
And he loves me for the things I do when my mom is unaware
He’d be the perfect, golden partner for anyone but me
Because when I kiss my best friend I don’t feel anything
I wish that I’d grown up with a different life
The kind where I could picture a world with you as my wife
But all I can do is kiss your hand in my pitch black basement
If I was choosing who to marry I know it never could be you
But when I live with my best friend I hope I’ll get to kiss you too
