I Might Be So Boring

This was not the year for us,

This was a high time for breaking and shrinking and avoiding and licking and doing everything we could to shove the elephant back into the corner of the room. 

It was no time for honesty-

Not at all-

It was good weather for morals to perish and for me to grasp your hand like it meant something. 

This was no time for "I love you"

But we still said it

And later I talked a polaroid behind your back,

The same back that I read like Braille one too many times. 

This is not the year for us, 

And this brutal honesty now? 

It's for every time I looked at you

and thought

SAY SOMETHING