Poems

The Good Boy

I had dark red lipstick on-
high black heels, wild hair,
dripping with careless fun,
The only kind I knew.

You came in my life
with your well kept hair
the glasses and the polos,
the boy we rolled our eyes at.

You started as small talk-
the boy from that restaurant?
yeah, the one with the khakis.
No, I probably won't see him again.

Who knew I would kill
for your touch
Days after we met
for the first time.

Who knew your smile
would make me fly
and just one look
would make me swoon.

Because I don't swoon.
I don't look in boys' eyes
to find deep seated love
because I don't fall.

One month in,
I looked at your eyes.
The softest brown
fraught with a wildness.

The wildness was cloaked
in a collared shirt
and the signature watch,
but only when we weren't alone.

But I knew you-
how you lost control
and bared yourself to me
and took me to be yours.

Just three months
and the small talk was replaced
with talks of my future-
Why are you even with him?

Do you love him?
Oh, I didn't know it was serious.
What, are you gonna marry him?
Yes, yes I do, yes I do.