I’d love to
but unfortunately
I can’t take you to my parents’ pad
even though it’d be wicked
to show you off
to all my old peeps.

It’s just that
if I take you home
let you see all my history
and experience my past,
then I’d see you in all the places I grew up
and when you leave me
I’ll remember you in those places
and my memories of them
will become toxic
since every time I stare at my mother’s wok
or my high school lunchroom
I’ll be cursing your name.

What if we don’t break up?
It is to laugh.
Ha ha.
Everything dies, babe,
that’s a fact.
We’ll be done someday
it’s just a matter of when.

Until then
I’m afraid I can’t take you home
but a neutral hotel could be nice,
right?