Beautiful, he expects.
Irresistible, he expects.
It’s irresponsible for him to appear,
and yet,
he does.
I’m done.
He jokes that I haven’t spent a random thought,
thinking of him,
he pretends to be shy,
when he says that I am still exciting,
describing how his body races,
when I am cute,
and nerdy belligerent,
and he just thought…
You know what?
It was nothing,
just annoying,
late night talking,
that I’m too tired to hear.
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