Fuck/Marry/Kill– Demisexual Needs Its Own Mode

If we were to be friends

What would that be like?

Would we talk

Once or twice?

Or would we confide

Every night

Like giggling school girls

Sneaking joy

Stealing glances and

Pretending to pay attention

Teacher writing us up for detention

Secretly ecstatic to be spending

Our evening trapped beside

One another, stealing

Glances and sneaking joy

I’m not sure if I know

What friendship is,

I’ve fallen in love

With everyone I’ve

Ever met, I can’t help

But be after that

Eternal platonic bliss, but

All anyone acknowledges is

Fuck, marry or kill


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