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?