I have a bad habit of making friends with boys I like.
Hoping it’s not confining.
A black widow ensnaring to trap.

Though I can get a lot from you
Give a lot in return
Take and expect giving
Give and expect taking
You cast your lot and look I’m chosen.
Choice is what has hardened me.

No pun intended.
I like boys that like me
And that doesn’t always last very long
Not unless I choose to be a friend
Not unless I choose to belong
A game of fair rules
Clear lines
Proud boundaries
I need boundaries
To be protected
To feel safe
For way too long that’s been neglected

I like boys that want to see me
That listen attentively
Can watch a movie
Construct a good sentence
Pay attention when I’m moody:
Like Palesa and Mbali
Frank and them can do the same for me.

That’s what I’ve lead myself to believe
So I keep making friends with boys I like
Pom poms from the stands
Standing by beside the bench
Picking the path with lesser risk
I’m not sure where to after this