i told her she didn't want 
to get involved, but she
told me that she was 
going to be,
anyway.

and i was a little
relieved that someone 
had gone through 
the trouble of making 
that decision 
for me.

you scare me to death,
like i'm the one to be
scared. 

but when you show me
that part of your thigh 
that you haven't shown 
to that many people, 
i start sectioning off 
my body with the tiny 
pencil i keep in my 
nightstand to
keep score.

i told her she knew
she'd regret it.

i knew i could 
prove her wrong
if i wanted.