Better Not Knowing
I know that if I told you
I had dated the boy you liked freshman year
and never mentioned it to you,
that you would scream and cry and run away
and tell me I’m worthless.
I know that if I asked you
for an opinion on my current love,
you would tell me he was horrible and weird
and that I should find someone better.
I know that if I showed you
what religion and politics define me as,
that you would clutch your Bible and head for the hills,
praying that I be saved.
I know that our compassion
is only based on our love for robots,
our daily conversations
only run by deep educational rivalries.
I know that if I had known what type of person you were
before I had known you,
that I would have simply passed you by…
But I know that you
are my best friend,
and that no matter what happens,
I cannot lose you.