I don’t understand these feelings.
Why do I have it out for you?
My friends say you’re not that cool.
The fuck do I care.
They’re blinded by society and who we’re “supposed” to like.
So what if he doesn’t have shaggy hair?
So what if he’s not a “punk?”
Oh no, he’s not a jock!
It would be terrible to have any feelings for him!
But I see him differently.
I like that he writes poetry.
I like that he wears secondhand clothes.
I like how he treats me as a friend.
I like that he likes to shake my hand.
I like him.