I'm Broke, So I Don't Want to Date Them

I ran away from home. Someone took me in.

She would hold me to keep me warm, like I was a stray dog.

She would take my hand, eyes red-rimmed, and whisper sweetly in my ear.

At a rainy intersection, she would tug on my sleeve and refuse to let go.

But I'm really broke. I can't afford to date any of you.