The other day, I was going through old photos and I found several from high school that send me straight back into the oblivion that is nostalgia. I remembered the laughs I shared with friends, the tears I cried from guys who hurt me and the dates that seem so comedic now but back then made my whole night spark with fire.
I found this poem I wrote after a date I had when the guy and I went ice skating.
He began to fall so I caught him, but in catching him, I began to fall too.
He let me go.
And funny enough, that was exactly how our relationship played out as well. He was too scared to ever truly open up and let me in, to make a move.
So, here we go:
The Fall Didn't Hurt
And the fall didn't hurt
In fact, it felt nice
Your hands on my body
My body on ice
And the bee didn't sting
It sucked the full flower
I chose not to sing
Unless I felt the full power
You were always so close to me
But distance means nothing
Your smile was incessant
But so was my talking
And in circles we trekked
I was making full spins
Thoughts all in my head
Had your skin with my skin
Your eyes though did linger
They melted my roses
It felt nice to be seen
It felt nice to be noticed
And the fall I return to
For that's how I fell
So swift and so sudden
Even I couldn't tell
My cheeks were so warm
And the flowers were growing
Ice was no intrusion
It froze there, all-knowing
Like a ripple in time
Or a crack in the vase
Like a snort in a laugh
Like the curves of your face
The fall didn't hurt
But it did leave an ache
Your hands on my body
Refused to stay, stay
Did you think I was something you'd break?
Know this, listen close, listen still.
If the fall didn't hurt me,
Then what makes you think, that you will?
