Trouble

The first time we kissed I knew you were trouble played from my cheap headphones our lips, my hands in your hair moving to the refrain trouble trouble trouble and what a fucking real life poetic irony that you can’t make this shit up that i didn’t dump your ass right there so terrified of being haunted by the associations.

And it’s star gazing heart breaking your sorry excuse for a compliment your ex wants you back so go back don’t stay around for me sam push your body on to mine sam, I really just wanted to stargaze tonight sam, just hold my hand sam, the shooting star only I saw, I don’t remember if I wished for you to stay or if I wished for you to leave.

Because it was fun and it was cute and I think I liked you but sometimes it was blurry you touching my skin touching my skin where no one’s ever touched me before and it was fun and it was cute and my heart pounded so loudly in my chest I knew I could never outrun you outfight you your hands on my neck. I used to joke if this was an episode of criminal minds you’d kill me. And it made more sense than you loving me. And it was fun and it was cute. And I told my mom what you did what we did, she won’t look me in the eyes anymore.

And you call me drunk one night too often talk about the new girl you’re hurting I mean loving and no one’s ever stayed longer than a month and I think I’m hard to love and you’d hate my scribbling my sorry excuse for poetry my favorite song you claimed you listened to but never did the nights you stood me up left me waiting commenting on the calories I was eating and I didn’t tell my friends because I knew what they’d say. I knew what they’d say.

What do you say - We replay that last kiss your hands on my waist until it looks like a movie scene a guarantee the epitome that this is not what love looks like. And I’ll call you this morning after sunrise and this time we’ll both be sober and I won’t say I’m sorry but this time I won’t need your compliments your lazy drawl your hand holding mine I’ll just feel sorry and I’ll remember that

You’re the boy who chose that song I handed you the aux right before you kissed me,

Trouble trouble trouble