i am standing in the middle of my room
on a thursday night when it happens. i
am in my underwear and i am done with
dancing like a fool and then it hits me
like a godd-mn wave and i begin
to wonder why it can’t be real so it can just
f-cking take me under in order for me to
not feel the agony that courses through
my veins in the moment.
he acts like i’m the most interesting girl
he’s ever spoken to and he laughs and i
swear there’s nothing more filling than
the joy that starts to fill my throat. he will
remember our old jokes and he’ll bring
them up and i won’t be able to stop thinking
about how f-cking much i don’t ever
want our old jokes to go away. he makes
me keep eye contact although i am afraid
of getting lost again. but i am, i’m already
in too deep and i’m lost in his eyes and
frankly, this time, i’m not scared.
i’m terrified. because i feel like a live wire
that has been brought alive and i feel as
if whatever the hell this all is, it’s going to
end somehow and i know somehow i want
to see the end. regardless of how painful
it’ll be, or hopefully, how beautiful it could be.
i begin to realize that the start of love is
so godd-mned awful and that the beginning
is always better than the end. i swear i was
floating when i realized that hey this might
actually work out. but no, it didn’t.
you will just turn and whisper to your a-shole
of a best buddy and i’ll be the one that goes
back to breaking the gaze first.
i’m alright.
it just might take a few more dancing nights
alone in my room to realize that for myself.
mhz