I am looking for the person you
used to be. The person who talked
books with me, asked my opinion,
rubbed my feet once and bought
me cupcakes for my birthday.
I am looking for him, but cannot
find him. Instead, I see you,
obnoxious, misogynist, man-boy
whom I don't even recognize,
who can't even decide if he
wants to be my friend or not.
There's just you. I don't even