Headfirst: A Short Story

I’ve got to stop relating you to songs,

And pictures that I see, graffiti on the wall.

Although, you are a story and a scene that I fall into

Headfirst, at the speed of light, even in the dark.

There were no sirens or signs or warnings that my love would go unrequited,

Just a lie on your tongue and a dance hidden in your eye.

You wept on me and faded into the darkness

And I was left to watch you go then cry.

And all the while I was trying not to get stuck on you.

With your cupid’s bow and your creased lip.

It seemed like your watercolor eyes were melting, smearing themselves on your cheeks.

They were crashing past the freckles splattered on your nose

And they must’ve been bitter in your mouth.

You were heavy like lead but sweet