i begged for your first teeth
i became them, forced from the gums like a memory, erupted
like a conversation with your back slightly turned.
you’d rarely show me your eyes and i wanted
to know if i make you uncomfort_able
it sprouted that time i caught you watching me reading,
you didn’t catch me, i should have
it wouldn’t have been un_comfortable.
you _comforted_ me (
am i making this weird? “no”.) with
“i’ve never loved anyone” but i heard including me.
i wish i didn’t love you.
open wide and pull your milk teeth
i’ll only lose a friend.