you asked me out on a wednesday in may
early in the morning last spring
and i didn't want
to find bliss in your arms
or fantasize about your lips on mine
nearly a year later
but life isn't always right turns
or pass-fail classes
i know this because sometimes i get so mad at you
i can't get rid of my scowl for days
and then i miss you so much that my stomach aches
but the next thing i know
we're sprinting through fields at midnight
screaming our lungs out
forgetting all the left turns