Don’t

Illustration by Courtney Thompson

There are a million others with your name.

There are a million others with soft brown hair.

There are a million other science geeks who wear white T-shirts and hoodies,

And hopefully,

There’s a portion of that million who won’t ask me to be their friend.

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Because they don’t want to be my friend.

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And I know you don’t really want to be my friend.

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So please,

Don’t hold my face when you say it.

Don’t look at me as if you’ll crumble if I turn away.

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There are a million others,

Without the heat,

Without the light.

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I don’t want to be friends.

You don’t want to be friends.

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So please,

Don’t call me again.