I twitch my petty fingers through the strings of my hair

You can imagine what I did not dare

How invigorating you are

Yet so difficult for me to pursue

If I did not know better I’m protecting me for you

Why does this ensue?

A level of courtosey is upon the rack

Makes me want to vomit upside down into a sack

The feeling that I’m not allowed to know anyone is worse that a subtle gibe

Even worse is that I met your sister first, all else aside

Besides

I like to think I’m patient but that is all lies

God forgive the prying cells that spies

Lovely cherry cream pies

Fuck.