but instead
the animosity arises
and I say
you sure like a lot of things that are stupid.

you like getting stupid.
it is like the sole purpose of your life is to become even more stupid than you were before.
I know you.
I know that the you deep inside is somewhere trapped
twisted and mangled
into becoming whatever it is you are now.
They left us alone, I was frightened.
You swang for a few minutes.
I had stood up.
You wrapped your arms around my neck
and held me close to you
our noses just touching.
You asked me I liked you
and how
and asked if I wanted to kiss you.
I did,
once,
long long ago
but not here
not now
not like this
and not anymore.

You smeared your
disgusting
Burt’s bee’s lipgloss
all over my pursed
lips. I pushed
you away gently and reluctantly.
I didn’t want to hurt you.
Why don’t you want to kiss me?
Why don’t you want to kiss me?
you said it over and over.
Why don’t you want to kiss me?