like he's got this death glare

and I usually get those looks

when I tell stories around a campfire

like they're Shakespearian classics

about sleeping with a guy

in a funeral home and so forth

 

but the truth of the matter is

that when girls play Mother Goose

and tell tall tales that aren't so tall and aren't fables,

we tell them intentionally

and at the prefect time

so 3 days later when we confess

that that's why we tell those stories

to consciously hurt you

and you ask why

    it's because I just want to know

    that you still care about me.