but is that still the case?

When your lovestruck emojis

and my lovedrunk inhibitions

show themselves,

hungry like killer whales

to dolphin flesh,

I'll drink a flask of 2% milk

and you'll eat my heart out.

"2% bi" my ass!

I can feel your gaze

burning through my skin

in a lecture on chemical spills.

An eyewash isn't enough,

I need the scorched summer's monsoon

pouring down my face,

leg dripping wet, shaking like a dog.

What a bitch I am, expecting you

to ruin the friendship.

As if I've got the balls to do it myself.

Still, will you

go to HoCo with me?