Remember how we said we’d never have kids
because we were both too obsessed with our own lives
or that we were both to end up infertile from masturbating too much
and by thirty - we’d be gay for each other
because we’d both want to settle down at some point
and cross that platonic line that we set with everyone—
you were willing, as a friend
to do so much for me knowing the fat linings that i carry that need trimming
like how if we ever cross over this platonic line that’s dividing us
you’re going to need to sfather me like butter
onto your burnt toast heart
and although we were both meant to be in love with smotherers
I don’t think any smotherer could sfather me well enough
without then wanting to leave me because it’s just too much to do
or rather inherently, no smotherer could sfather me even if they wanted to and I think that’s where my unbuttered child heart falls short in love