no one can tell me that friendship exists in open, bright spaces when my best friends kiss and tell in the dark.
I twice ended things with boys
who texted me
flirtatiously.
I stayed up late to tell them things with my thumbs
that my lips would never taste.
I carried myself like a vessel
for their satisfaction.
Late nights in closets
and I thought I had friendship
perfected.
I wanted so badly
to be wanted
that I would crash endlessly
upon their shores.
These boys,
who told me stories
about what it was like
to be wanted.
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