I once dated this girl.
Sometimes she got annoyed with me
When I forgot her birthday
Or made her coffee
When I was supposed to know she drank tea
Or when I’d rent a movie
That wasn’t her favourite one;
But even though I didn’t always
Get her a birthday present
I sometimes got her flowers
Or made her breakfast in bed
Just because
And not out of annual obligation.
I never did pay much attention
To what she drank;
I was far too focused
On the look of content
And the way she cradled a warm mug
Like a little taste of heaven.
With movies, I chose any I saw-
It didn’t matter what genre
Because her reactions were fascinating
Every single time.
I think it frustrated her
That if I was asked to
I couldn’t name her favourite colour -
But she could say mine.
She knew I was a coffee person
And the name of my favourite band;
She knew my middle name
And the street I grew up on
And the name of my first boyfriend-
And she never forgot my birthday.
If she had to fill out a questionnaire
On how well she knew me
She’d pass with flying colours.
But she didn’t know
I only drank coffee
From a particular chipped white mug
I bought in a china shop
When I first moved out of my parents house.
And she didn’t know
Why my favourite band
Were so special to me
(they had this song
I listened to for weeks on end
After my brother's funeral)
She didn’t know
How much I hated my middle name
Because I shared it with a girl
Who used to pull my hair in class
Or that I still visit
The street I grew up on
Every month or so
Just to recall what home felt like.
She never asked why I broke up
With my first boyfriend-
So I never told her
About him hitting me.
And I never did have the heart
To tell her
How much I hated birthdays.
If she had to fill out a questionnaire
On knowing me
She’d tick all the right boxes.
She loved me on paper;
I loved her by heart.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
I once dated this girl.
Sometimes she got annoyed with me
When I forgot her birthday
Or made her coffee
When I was supposed to know she drank tea
Or when I’d rent a movie
That wasn’t her favourite one;
But even though I didn’t always
Get her a birthday present
I sometimes got her flowers
Or made her breakfast in bed
Just because
And not out of annual obligation.
I never did pay much attention
To what she drank;
I was far too focused
On the look of content
And the way she cradled a warm mug
Like a little taste of heaven.
With movies, I chose any I saw-
It didn’t matter what genre
Because her reactions were fascinating
Every single time.
I think it frustrated her
That if I was asked to
I couldn’t name her favourite colour -
But she could say mine.
She knew I was a coffee person
And the name of my favourite band;
She knew my middle name
And the street I grew up on
And the name of my first boyfriend-
And she never forgot my birthday.
If she had to fill out a questionnaire
On how well she knew me
She’d pass with flying colours.
But she didn’t know
I only drank coffee
From a particular chipped white mug
I bought in a china shop
When I first moved out of my parents house.
And she didn’t know
Why my favourite band
Were so special to me
(they had this song
I listened to for weeks on end
After my brother's funeral)
She didn’t know
How much I hated my middle name
Because I shared it with a girl
Who used to pull my hair in class
Or that I still visit
The street I grew up on
Every month or so
Just to recall what home felt like.
She never asked why I broke up
With my first boyfriend-
So I never told her
About him hitting me.
And I never did have the heart
To tell her
How much I hated birthdays.
If she had to fill out a questionnaire
On knowing me
She’d tick all the right boxes.
She loved me on paper;
I loved her by heart.
[i'm new to the whole poetry thing so this needs work]