The Struggle

We look good together
We might be even good together.

You and your elaborate armors
Me and my barefoot swiftness.

You and your Boyce Avenue covers
Me and my Leroy falsettos.

You and your effort to sit closely beside me
Me and my effort to push you at arm's length.

You and your effort to sit behind the van
Me and my effort to avoid walking with you.

You and your effort to send me a video
Me and my effort not to laugh at what you're doing.

You and your effort to pour water on my glasses
Me and my effort not to eat with you alone.

You and your effort to always take the umbrella
Me and my effort to make you do everything.

You and your effort to ask if I was angry
Me and my effort to not text you at all

You and your effort to have a photo of us
Me and my effort to stay at the floor below

You and your effort to hold my arm as I climb the stairs
Me and my effort to avoid your manly stare

You and your effort to gently push me away from the road
Me and my effort not to feel electricity run through.

You and your effort to make our bodies touch
Me and my effort to avoid as often as I must.

You and your effort to make me go to Tagaytay with you
Me and my effort to refuse.

You and your effort to eat alone with me
Me and my effort to try not to be alone with you.

How long shall I try to resist?