Gia Raquel

My pen won’t stop bleeding

It reminds me of my knees after I fell off the swing

Long after you walked ahead.

You changed the conversation topic

Like you couldn’t decide what was happening

So you refused to even make a choice.

We forgot to watch the sun set

But sometimes our hands would brush and it reminded me how delicate I’m used to acting

And how I shouldn’t be acting

But I was.

Every time I looked up, a plane flew by

Pretending to be a shooting star

We saw 23.

Slow bachata music echoed through the plastic slides

Your skin felt soft

It seemed as though I were a monster

Attempting to cheat you of a grandiose love we all feign disgust towards

But there were 2 inches of plastic between our heads and I couldn’t tell if being selfish is always so bad.

I asked him for a secret and he revealed innocence

How naive was I to believe in darkness when he was the one who pushed away the clouds so I can see my constellation.

I couldn’t tell if I liked his scent.

I couldn’t tell if I liked him at all.

But he was blinded by the night and his eyes looked so terribly kind,

I wondered where they had been.