More People?
I should like more people...
So far,
There was the guitarist who was too hopeless to pursue us,
The bespectacled boy with scar on his shoulder, the unrequited lover,
And the guy who took me to a fancy restaurant in a bid to steal my heart.
I should like more people
Maybe the badass, power-bobbed lawyer who’d slept with so many men her tongue craved pussy,
Maybe the unfailingly kind, lovingly fierce roommate who’d willingly give me air straight from her lungs,
Maybe the wide-hipped, baggy-jeaned, cropped-haired curly girl who laughed as if love made the world go round.
Maybe I have liked more people, and then again, maybe not.
