You bought me spaghetti. That was nice of you,
we carried it to a bakery and bought cupcakes for dessert.
The rain hit us
and the plate of spaghetti warmed my knees
and you bought me a book of classic love poems
that said nothing about how you would break my heart later
and I cannot write this poem anymore.
We sat on two different benches,
one in front of my college and another by a long stoplight
holding your beautiful gifts in my arms.
It was the first time
you loved me where everyone could be jealous of us.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 2:17 AM UTC
You bought me spaghetti. That was nice of you,
we carried it to a bakery and bought cupcakes for dessert.
The rain hit us
and the plate of spaghetti warmed my knees
and you bought me a book of classic love poems
that said nothing about how you would break my heart later
and I cannot write this poem anymore.
We sat on two different benches,
one in front of my college and another by a long stoplight
holding your beautiful gifts in my arms.
It was the first time
you loved me where everyone could be jealous of us.
