I was 24

And I liked mean boys
I liked it when they came and went
swooped in and out
dropping bits of bitter chocolate
the fancy kind
and as they flew back up into the sky
I clung onto to their claws
I was good at that
they let me hang on as they flew
but I always fell eventually
plopped down onto the ground
I liked the funny things they said
sometimes I didn't even know
they were being rude
I liked wrestling
if it meant being hugged at the same time
I liked mean boys
cause
they came and went
and did it with style