Last night, when you turned to look out the window behind you,
And our foreheads touched,
And we stayed there,
I stopped breathing.
I willed my heart to stop beating,
I was scared that any sudden motion,
Might cause you to move away.
I forced my hands to stay by my side,
Though they wanted to touch your face.
For a second, silent emotions became louder than passing cars,
And then slowly, I pulled my head away,
I was afraid, that it wasn't meant to happen,
That maybe it was a coincidence,
That you couldn't feel the electricity coursing through the air.
Our foreheads touched a couple of times that night.
But it was a coincidence, it had to be.
Then you bent forward, with your head in your hands.
And I swore I heard you say, I'm going to break your heart,
But my mind was fuzzy, was it in my head?
I leaned down, and listened.
"I am a feign."
I do not think you are I feign, I said.
The you are a fool, you replied.
How badly I wanted wrap my arms around you,
And tell you that you could break my heart,
And it wouldn't hurt nearly as badly as giving up the chance to be loved,
That having my heart crushed by you would be an honor worth any consequence,
But I didn't.
I just said,
"I am no fool."