-"dating" a dude i'd just met/never touched/was too scared to call
-had never touched a cigarette in my life
-had no betrayal in my recent past, therefore this poem is based on absolutely nothing.
A+ for phrasing, right?
you're lovely when you stutter.
so you know it's all your fault.
and you know you'll never
but you're telling me it's my burden
and you're touching your face.
and it's giving you away.
and when you turn your lovely back on me,
you'll hate yourself for trying.
and i'll try to hate you for your cigarette smell
and your breath that tastes of betrayal.