An ode to Nick, who wants to be my boyfriend

In an instant
Utterly
Everything changes but he stays the same
Questioning, insufferably mentioning
Just how much he wants to be my boyfriend.
“If I weren’t so newly single” I say
“If I had any of my life figured out” I suggest
All the while I text other boys simultaneously
And they send me sweet and sultry messages about
Pushing me onto the bed and kissing my dimples while I blush.
All the while, I imagine you in your scarcely decorated room,
White walls surround you while you sit at the computer,
Pining after me,
The girl who will never be yours.

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