you say you’re not a poet but
with a girl like that,
how could you speak
anything less than
the stars?
-a.c.b

i’m worried that
i will think i’m over you,
i’ll be carefree moving on,
and then you’ll smile at me.
you’ll touch my lower back,
or you’ll fix my hair
or grab my hand
or pick me up
or call me beautiful
or tell me you love me and
i’ll fall
all
over again.
i’m worried that
i’ll spend my whole life
getting over you.
-a.c.b

i said i was over you but
you were laying there, and i wanted
nothing more
than to lay my head on your chest,
feel your heartbeat below my cheek.
i said i was over you but
with my head pressed against your back
as
you gave me a piggy-back ride,
just so my feet wouldn't get wet,
i couldn't help but to savor the feeling of my arms
around you.
i said i was over you but
you were laughing as you joked around with my family,
and i could tell you were comfortable,
and i could tell they love you,
and all i could do was sit and look at you,
for i don't think i've ever seen something so beautiful.
i said i was over you but
when i hugged you,
remarking how tall you are and
you momentarily rested your hands on my hips...
my breath caught and i know i was
blushing
before you wrapped your arms around me again.
i said i was over you  but
i'm pretty sure i swore
never to write poetry about you again...
so what is it i'm doing right now?

i just want to stay up all night
writing, perhaps.
haikus & slam poetry, written in all caps.
watching the starry sky
with a handsome stranger,
running red lights and trespassing
regardless of danger.
maybe a late-night drive
with the windows rolled down,
a romantic stroll
through this sleepy town.
how about a midnight picnic
with my favorite lover?
whole summer spent promising
there will never be another.
i'll tell you again:
i don't care what we do,
because anything becomes everything
when i'm doing it with you.
-a.c.b

i understand, we are a dead end. we reached our final destination as strangers with complicated memories and there’s no turning around. there’s no way to walk backwards into the past or reverse time, but that doesn’t change the path we took. there are still all those memories behind us. every choice we made was another chapter in our story and those don’t disappear, so even though it is pointless would you stand at our end and admire them with me. although the film is over, stay and watch the credits. replay the good in your head like we were a fairytale and appreciate the bad for the lessons it brought. keep our story on the bookshelf of your memory but promise me you’ll pick it up and flip to your favorite pages at least once more. i understand, every good thing has it’s end, but please, for the sake of my sanity, let me know it was worth it. let me know you wouldn’t change our path even if you knew what was at the end. let me know i was worth it because love, you were worth everything.

s.s