A Crush-ing Retrospective

Something Old; 

I remember the first time I saw you. 

A chance meeting, 

what I thought was a 

once-and-never-again-doesn't-mean-much 

kind of introduction. 

Not to mention, you had her hanging 

(held back and snarling like a rabid dog) 

on your arm, so what interest did I have? 

We were so young, 

and we thought we knew it all, 

we thought we already had it all. 

But even then - as you tell me, now - you knew 

somewhere in your heart 

that I was something else. 

You never knew me, but you would drop everything for me.

Something New; 

Once-and-never-again, not quite. 

And doesn't-mean-much was so far off the mark. 

So we meet again a few years later, 

re-introduced by an intersection in our circles of friends. 

Hello coincidence 

(or fate, to those who dream)

Still only a handful of encounters 

with innocent, half-drunken laughter, 

but now there was something about you 

that stuck with me. 

An intrigue I couldn't quite place, 

a feeling of history we never had. 

Still never closing the distance between us, 

but always hot on the heels of the other.

Something Borrowed; 

We met again, 

in almost the same manner as before, 

except now I was the one hanging 

(caught and pleading like a fox with it's leg in a bear trap) 

off the arm of another - 

so, what interest did I have? 

You were quirky and witty, the life of the party, 

I was merely in your crowd, watching as you took the stage.

Later, we lent a shoulder to the other, 

in the midst of both our world’s crumbling. 

Just borrowing each other 

for an understanding ear, 

and understanding hearts. 

An understanding mouth, 

and other body parts…

Something Blue; 

My heart had never felt so heavy 

and empty at the same time. 

Every midnight, we sang the blues 

at the top of our lungs, out onto the cyan-sea. 

We’d sleep in my car, 

never wanting to go back 

to everything that brought us down 

and brought us back to reality. 

We found solace only in each other, 

there was no place like being ‘home’ in your arms. 

Despite the overwhelming disapproval, 

and amidst the lies crafted to tear us apart, 

we pledged our loyalty and dedication to each other, 

‘as true as Coventry blue’

This Heart Beats For Only You.

Author's Note

a story of our love and how we came to be. 808

Reviews

[Olivia]

I like the way you approached this piece. It's very original and awesome.
This poem is so truthful and eloquent, i just really enjoyed it.

[A Glow in the Pit of My Soul]

Thank you! It was from a writing prompt (can't remember for the life of me what it was, exactly), sometimes it helps me get a fresh perspective. It's a little autobiography of how I fell in love with my boyfriend of 6 years. We don't plan on getting married in a traditional sense, so I wrote this on one of our anniversaries.