Posted March 18th, 2017 by venika
March 18th, 2017
puppy love was the first word I looked up
after I met her. All witty jokes that fell perfectly in sync with my
not-so-funny attempts at impressing her,
and wide eyes that glimmered for me.
I'd be arrogant if I thought they only shone for me alone
but I'd be lying if I said she didn't feel it too--
us, the night sky, airplanes fleeting across a universe where
we knew what the other was seeing.
we met surrounded by sweaty dancers.
Bad EDM rattled through speakers, vibrating our lungs and
drowning out everything I kind of wanted to say.
Instead I laughed and told her to stick around
("The music gets better once a couple of hours have gone by
and they put on the old stuff," I said.)
She didn't know the songs I knew all the lyrics to
which would have been awkward if I wasn't so willing to teach her.
She left before the slow songs came on, which was both a relief and
a disappointment-- I don't know if she'd have asked me to dance
but I do know I would've said yes, yes, yes
I texted her when it hurts too much. I texted her
when my phone was nearing 1% because I'd let it flatline if it meant
making her laugh again.
and then we drift apart. And it's her, telling me I deserve better:
And it's me, thinking, I don't deserve her.
And it's her, telling me about her boyfriend, and--
So we were young. Whatever. And it was only a crush--
But I wonder if she would've said yes if I'd told her to stay, and asked
her to dance when the slow songs came on,
and risked it all for goddamn puppy love.
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