nobody invited you here i dont think

if you tell me that your hands are cold
I will warm them up and swap naked pictures with you
if my hands are cold they’re in your mouth

I’m picking up change from the ground
just to hurt you because my hands are still cold
I’m being serious
I want to tell you these things but instead I say
hello I wrote things and they’re not about you so they’re shit
you seem very much younger than yesterday or something

in my room you roll your hair all around your face
it looks like a turban but I can’t see your eyes and I hide
my hands inside your hair
you look around and tell me you need bigger breasts
you say “lick me” softly so i cross my arms and uncross them
cross and uncross them again and keep doing this until i make up my mind

that’s not normal