3 acessos
One day you’ll be married,
and you won’t have to feel
dirty purchasing pregnancy tests from
convenience stores with your best friend,
oh I was your best friend once,
walking down the aisles picking out baby names.
Yesterday I found pictures of you sitting in your underwear;
a middle finger to your mother, and a fuck you to your father.
There’s a flag in my doorframe,
there’s a sweater on the floor,
there was a time you once loved me
but we both know that’s no more.
But were you sure?
Well are you sure?