“I will no longer date, socialize or communicate with carbon-copies of you to appease my boredom, or to quench my thirsty desire for attention or short-lived compliments from sorta-kindas.

You know, he’s sorta-kinda right, but sorta-kinda wrong.

His first name’s Luke, his last name’s Warm.

I, I won’t settle for false companionship.

I won’t lay in the embrace of his arms, attempting to find some closeness, but never feeling so far apart, cuz I just want to be held. Cuz all I gotta do is say…NO.

No more almost sessions, of almost coming close, passing winks and buying drinks, and I’m a, I’m a, I’m a flirt,

who flirts with the ideology of “can you just tell me how much I can get away with and still be saved?”

No more.

- Poet Janette