because I am not a good dancer,
because it makes me feel alive,
because everyone would stare,
because I am a star,
because he would dance with me.

Let us be cynics together.

We can talk about how love
ruined the best of us,
how it could never last.
We can sit around the park
and laugh at the couples
holding hands.

Let us be cynics together.

And maybe,
just maybe,
we can fall in love.