boys
so icky
so stinky
so gross
that’s what we were told growing up
i didn’t talk to them because
boys had cooties
he hits me because he likes me
he flirts by making fun of me
he talks about me to his friends
and says i’m easy
is this what love is like?
i’ve never had anything real
he pays for me
he opens doors for me
he worships me
why is this different
from what we were taught
these aren’t the standards i’ve been used to
is this love?
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