“What’s she like?”
Why did I ask that?
There was nothing you could say-
no answer you could give-
that would make anything better,
you weren’t going to tell me the truth,
look me in the eye and say,
“She’s way hotter than you,”
more athletic, less awkward,
less inclined to eating chocolate
on the sofa at the end of a hard day,
all of the above and other things besides,
you were never going to say that,
so instead you just…
