It Wouldn't Be the First Time

It Wouldn't Be the First Time

A Poem by Lethe
"

When being just friends is just too comfortable for comfort.

"
I wouldn't be surprised
If you came to me tonight
With a sheepish grin
And the name of the next girl to mistake your heart for a sidewalk

It wouldn't be the first time you read her signs wrong
And I would tell you so
After sitting through all the details (almost) patiently

But that wouldn't stop you
From planning to wear your favorite striped polo
When you try to walk her to class tomorrow
(Or your cheeks from flushing as you deny this)

It wouldn't be the first time you got your hopes up
Or the first time you butchered my favorite Snow Patrol song
But I wouldn't have the heart to tell you
When it would be the first time your smile reached your eyes
Since the last one broke it (after she broke your bank)

I would knock the banana microphone out of the same hands
That would clammily reach for hers tomorrow
And wonder why this couldn't be enough for you

And if you asked whether the cat was the only one to catch my tongue
I would ask if you wanted to catch it too
Because it wouldn't be the first time you read my signs wrong
(Even if my laugh is a half-step too flat)

I wouldn't be surprised
If you scrunched your nose, frustratingly cute as ever,
And just said "no."

But it'd still hurt.

Love must be blind
If you could go on chasing heartaches
Without seeing that I'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy...

So if you tickled me until I begged for mercy
And gasped, "I hate you!"
It would be the first time I meant it.

© 2010 Lethe


Author's Note

Lethe
"I'm just a girl standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her." - Notting Hill
I'm most concerned about the execution of the ending, but any constructive feedback is appreciated =)

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everythings was good until the end. change the tickling part to something else, like
"and even though you always make me cry
and I want to say goodbye.
The wind escaped my chest
as I gasped out
" 'I hate you!' "
Cause that was the first time I meant it." idk just a thought, something quick I thought of right now.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on May 5, 2010
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Tags: poetry, love, romance, friends, unrequited

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