Just Friends

‘Read me a poem, you’re so good…’

If only you had known how to read,
you never would have left that night.
But you’re a riddler, and riddlers can only rhyme.

This happened long ago— these words I’ve poeticized.

‘Does it hurt you still?’  You questioned.
No. I lied.

But you couldn’t read me,
so instead you kissed me—
then left.

I stayed up all night with your riddles.
I hope you slept with my lies.

Are we just friends? I asked you the next day.

‘Yes’, you riddled me.
Good, I lied.