we stood under the branches,
and you leaned in.
“what are you doing?”
i asked, drunken,
perplexed. i only wanted
to climb. you
had closed your
eyes, but now they opened.
you looked confused.
“i kinda wanted to
make out.”
oh. i should have
known. The breeze
picked up, and fluttered
through my hair
you looked at me
expectantly, and drew
closer. i thought of the
girl you had come with
sitting inside,
wondering where you
went, after such a long
smoke break.
“no.” i won’t
be the other girl
anymore.
you stood, stunned
at my refusal.
girls don’t usually say no
to you.
you tried to
convince me…
drunkenly i turned
away
and climbed.