I liked a boy for the longest while,
The kind of thought that makes you smile.
His name would circle through my head,
In things I thought and words unsaid.
I almost had him for a bit,
Close enough to feel like it.
A nearly-moment, warm and quick
The kind of thing that almost sticks.
But now I think of him sometimes
Like half-forgotten nursery rhymes.
And stranger still, I can’t explain
Why I liked him back then.
I can’t remember what I saw,
The spark, the pull, the quiet awe.
The reason’s faded out of view
Like something sweet that once I knew.
I used to love almond cookies best,
The kind I saw superior to the rest.
I made a batch from scratch one day,
And ate one warm upon the tray.
It tasted perfect, soft and sweet.
A small, delicious little treat.
But then the next day something broke
The smell alone made me choke.
The taste, the scent, I couldn’t stand,
I pushed the plate away by hand.
I haven’t had one since that day,
My love for almonds slipped away.
Now cinnamon is what I choose,
A different spice, a different muse.
The interest shifted, strange but true:
From Christian boy to emo girl view
And that’s the oddest thing I see
How fast a heart can disagree.
Because he was my almond cookie.