make.
a move.
like a movie.
i’m responsive.
i’m unresponsive.
you’re irresponsible.
i might be everything.
but not enough to have.
bartender. quit your day job.
everything you want is right here.
you had me at hello.
you had me at goodbye.
you kissed my mouth like a little boy
in the park by the swing sets.
it’s like you saw me eating the apple my mom gave me
and it made you smile.
my braids made you smile.
my cute dress made you smile.
do you smile when you’re alone?
do you think of me today. tomorrow, will you?
and i gave you a guitar to play your heart out.
and you gave me a kiss to pull my hair out.
was it goodbye, was it hello?
was it a walk in the woods to the sound of birds that sound like they’re dying.
we might all be dying.
the smoke from my lips, form the dying cigarette.
you tell me i’m smoking filter now.
i tell you, you’re smoking weed.
go on boy, go do your thing.
i’ll be here, with the same old. same old.
and we’ll go on our way.
down the street in your black car.
the one i hated before i knew you.
the one i hated even now.
and we’ll listen to your black music.
the kind i liked before i knew you.
the kind i liked even now.
go faster boy.
shut your mouth white girl.
trust me you say.
you don’t have to say.
trust me like the ones you did before.
i never trusted them.
and i wonder if love isn’t at first sight.
not like love you see in the movies.
not like when the blue eyed boy makes a move.
not like when the tall boy with the nice back, treats you right.
not like when everything you thought, falls though your fingers.
not like when you trail off when you talk.
not like when i loved everyone, before i met you.
not me, not i. no. no love at first sight.
i feel your mouth on mine.
i can breathe you in.
and we will fall asleep like this.
intertwined like the memory of all the moments i’ve passed you on the street.
and never realized.
maybe this could be.
who knows.
you had me at hello.
