Tell me if you're coming around soon
Because this long and lanky guy is waiting for me
I'm not his first choice, and neither is he mine
We hang out pretty often
His arms against mine
The first time he put his arms around me, it was a choke
The first time he held my hand was to help me up after he threw me
We have fun. Rough and physical fun.
We have pet names
And everyday I find myself looking for him at the corners
More and more
Ignoring him, but secretly rejoicing when he calls me weak
Trying to impress him with my raised eyebrows
Tell me, please tell me, if you're coming around soon
Maybe he and I could hang out more.
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