hockey, faggotry, mental illness

homecoming part 2

your tie, your pants,
are ridiculous
but still somehow attractive

your friends, your girls
are promiscuous
but still i smile and wave

there's nothing different about this crush:
this teasing, insulting, staring.
are you attracted?
are you disgusted?
are you both?

you want a goth girlfriend
i almost fit those labels
was that a flirt?
i don't know.

i'm clueless because i think
i'm worthless.
i'm worthless because i think
i'm ugly.
i'm ugly becuase i think
i'm clueless

i'll never risk it ever again
i'll just suck it up and wait
if he's interested he'll give me:

snapchat. digits. whatever.

i left homecoming early all four years here.