singular moments: i'm with you.

(before: the people around me and that one guy repeatedly ask, are you two going out? how many times must i tell them no? thats all i say, no fighting now. that one guy turns to me however, are we?. didn't i explain to him why we weren't, i actually let him in on the pain, and.. oh they just don't listen. i scurry away to you.)

the top of your head against my temple,
your forehead against my cheekbone,
we lean into each other as we whisper.

we are the loudest whisperers in the world.

i don't really mind in this moment however,
part of me wants our subject to overhear.

why is your boyfriend still here?, you say with a tad bit of venom.

he's not my boyfriend., i say automatically, i've been saying it repeatedly. i want you to know who he's not.

well then, why is that guy still here?

i don't know. why don't you like him?

he always shoves me over and takes my spot so he can sit by you. who is he anyways? i felt a tinge of.. something on that one. good questions..

i told him i was crazy, he said crazy was fine as long as its not weird crazy. oh well, i knew it was over before it began.

later.

he's really starting to piss me off, he won't leave me alone. whoops. why did he have to walk by? no matter, i'm glad you heard it, you were there.

later.

i'm angry, you follow me as i storm out. you ask me why i'm upset, pissed; you just have to look into my eyes.

talk talk talk.

i'm with you. me: blank.

i'm with you. i just smile, what am i supposed to do? has anyone ever said that to me? besides, all the other guy can manage is, cute hat. give me a break.

(but what do i want?)