Boy With the Curly Hair 2
Drowning in my own existence
Hating life
But the ultimate passion
I had to have
No, I am not the problem
I won’t let you take my breath away
I grabbed a rock and hit your face
Gasping for air
I ran away
But you chased me
Huffing and puffing
You chased me
I hid behind a tree
Digging for my keys
Pepper spray
Extra spicy
I sprayed you
When you caught up
I kicked you between the legs
I grabbed a branch
I took a stab at you
Then I escaped
Seeing you the next day in school
Was a bit creepy
Seeing you in the drive way
Outside my window
Bothered me
Seeing you staring
Not saying a word
When the cheerleaders
Flirt, lifting their skirts
You always seemed
To be watching me
Until one day
A month later
I had no partner in chemistry class
But you sat next to me
You helped me
We laughed
We passed
You walked me home
My mother let you in
She never cooks
But she cooked for you
I cleared the table
You did the dishes
I went outside
You grin
I kissed your lips
Sliding my fingers through your curly hair
Then a loud truck pulls up
My dad was home.
Copyright © Tuesday Harmon | Year Posted 2023
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