It was my cousin's wedding reception,
And I wore some creamy lacey dress
That had to be approved of by my mother
Before I shoved it in a bulging duffel bag to endure the
Six hours of Dunkin Donuts bathroom stops
And that weird stop-and-go traffic that makes me
Feel like the color green.

As I stood at the brim of the dance floor,
Trying to ignore the half-drunk staggering relatives of mine,
I thought about whether it's
Polite to pry your eight inch
Torture-o-thon heels
From your swollen toes
Before anyone else bothers.

There was a boy on the other end of the disco lights,
A silhouette that I knew to be slightly more muscular than the last time I'd seen it.
Just about my age, or maybe eight months older if you had to ask him,
Which I had about thirteen years earlier
With some sand in the crotch of
My Gymboree bathing suit.

I tried my best not to look over.
The lights mostly blinded me,
But I still wished to glance at him to see how straight his teeth were and how his acne had cleared up
Because of
Neutrogena SkinID Plus
Or something.

I could tell that he was looking at me,
At the too short lacey dress
And my straight teeth
And my peachy skin
And I wanted so badly to peek over.

I wanted him to ask me to dance,
Please oh God ask me to dance.

(Of course he didn't.)
He was a shy kid, even at seventeen.
He didn't say a word to me all night,
Even though we'd gone to the beach together
Since I was in Huggies.

You were made with all the love..
From the universe, you were blessed by the stars..
Now here we are, 17 years on..
In a universe, where we were given our own minds,
and our own little red hearts
And now with ached words, spilling onto the page, I'll try to explain, why it's okay if I don't fully let go..
Cause I was made, to share with you, a thought from my mind, a little piece of my soul

And you don't have to give it back to me
Oh my love comes with no receipt..
I could spend the rest of my life,
Trying to spell out what you mean to me
But I'm sure you get it now
All it takes is just a moment with you
And suddenly everything turns clear
Everything is beauty somehow

And you don't have to tell me I'll be fine,
I know the universe has someone else for me, in mind
You don't have to tell me that space is a good idea..
I'd still write to you everyday for a year
You don't have to tell me that I meant something
I went to Saturn and I found a ring
But someone else is gonna offer you better
Someone else is gonna do more than write you lame things

.. See you are loved, from every thought you express, to every breath you slowly let out..
So it's okay if we don't meet again, but is it okay if I write a poem, to you every now and then?

.. Cause I was made to make brave choices, and letting go is not the safest thing right now..
Oh I'm in love with every thought you express, and every breath you slowly let out..

P.s you're beautiful too

One look from her
Could erupt the moon
And ignite an entire city of stars
Didn't I tell you?
Sunshine spills from her lips
Every time she smiles.

I know.. you're not perfect.
You're not greater than perfect.
This is not a love poem and it's not a heartbreak poem
For you are not the love of my life you are not my best friend..
See I love you.. But not enough to let you go
Oh I love you, not because you're now beautiful
I love you because to me, you've not always been beautiful

And if anyone were to ask me how I feel about you, I'd direct them to this poem, here in my heart that I hold..
And I'd make them read it out loud without saying any of the "nots" in bold.