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what if we tried to weave words into my hair and it all got tangled around our fingers till they turned blue and had to be amputated and we could never hold hands again what if we tried to plant kisses late at night where the squirrels would never find them and the rolly poly bugs got to them first so we'd never get to sleep again pulling them out of the roots until the sun came up what if we tried to cook each other dinner and we had to put out a grease fire with my face (Weird Al reference) and we'd never be able to touch without my cheeks burning up again what if we tried to freeze our favorite moments between bags of peas and tater tots but the power went out and everything thawed and we forgot what if- what if we drew blueprints of our future with footnotes and maps and sketches of beautiful things just to lose them all downstream one day like racing newspaper boats against our feet and we lost our desire to dream anymore all of these questions keep me from stepping beyond what is comfortable with you but the thing that compels me to continue saying "yes" when you ask me out for dinner is to think what if all of that- didn't?
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Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 3:04 AM UTC
irrational fears that keep you handcuffed to the friend zone
what if we tried to weave words into my hair and it all got tangled around our fingers till they turned blue and had to be amputated and we could never hold hands again what if we tried to plant kisses late at night where the squirrels would never find them and the rolly poly bugs got to them first so we'd never get to sleep again pulling them out of the roots until the sun came up what if we tried to cook each other dinner and we had to put out a grease fire with my face (Weird Al reference) and we'd never be able to touch without my cheeks burning up again what if we tried to freeze our favorite moments between bags of peas and tater tots but the power went out and everything thawed and we forgot what if- what if we drew blueprints of our future with footnotes and maps and sketches of beautiful things just to lose them all downstream one day like racing newspaper boats against our feet and we lost our desire to dream anymore all of these questions keep me from stepping beyond what is comfortable with you but the thing that compels me to continue saying "yes" when you ask me out for dinner is to think what if all of that- didn't?
kate-lyn
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Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 3:04 AM UTC
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