You keep saying you’ll quit.

I think you forgot your promise

Of last week, the one we sealed with our pinkies,

Locked like my heart is to men like you–

All men who walk this planet, to be completely honest.

You are not helping me combat this prejudice

Because you explicitly told me you would not buy anything more

After the medicine you got from the drugstore.

Yet here you are, standing with me in the hallway,

Right outside the principal’s office.

He doesn’t know and I wish I had left a few seconds ago
So that I would also be none the wiser.

You have just explained to me your annoyance at the guy

You are soon to meet, and the difference between brown

And green, which is what your friend usually gets you.

You mention people are relying on you to get this.

You say it will help your self-diagnosed insomnia, that

You are hoping to finally have some proper sleep.

Does that excuse it then?

What if I was relying on you too?

Would you have ever noticed?

It’s okay; I know not to have any expectations.