look at how funky he is

I won't tell them that you keep your favorite color a secret

Because it's the only thing you've had all to yourself or that

We once stayed up past two watching instant Netflix over the phone.

I won’t tell them about the time I called the school as your mother

So we could spend all day hiding out and sharing secrets we didn't know we had.

I won't even mention that you kiss like the first rainstorm of the year:

Hard and fast and thrilling.

And

I don't mind that when we got together,

You changed my name in your phone.

Not to something cute, like "Baby" or "Sweetheart"

But to "John"

So if I sent you something too suggestive,

Others would be sure it was from a boy.

Because this is "just between us." 

It's "our little secret" because

You're not a dyke you're just

Having some fun.

You don't want people

To look at you differently

You don't want people

To get ideas.

And I wish that

You cared more about me

Than about covering up your tracks but

I get it.