Poetry

Smells of Last Night

The smells of last night linger,

my jacket is soaked with them,

and I hope I don't forget that Friday.

Starting by meeting new people,

Brock,

the cutie who graduated from East I suppose,

awkward,

but I love the braces.

Then going to a jump park,

taking shots of shitty vodka,

in the parking lot of all places,

chasing with a venti strawberry acai,

with lemonade of course. 

Cussing,

laughing,

living,

all with a new friend.

The guys,

her friends,

hopefully mine too soon,

waited for us,

how sweet.

One in particular,

a senior,

too old,

but it doesn't phase me,

he's nice,

and funny,

and my target for tonight.

A lot of people came,

but not the cutie in my psychology class,

sadly,

of course.

It was a blast,

I gave out hugs,

called people cute,

after all,

I'm single now.

Guilt still ate away at me though.

We left,

me with the senior and his friend,

and my friend with her friend,

that was confusing,

and so was the moment.

We drove to the dam,

I smoked pot for the first time,

the senior was nice enough to help me,

how sweet.

We drove to his friend's house,

the brother of the guy who took my friend home,

and we watched some comedy.

I leaned on the senior's chest,

everything was blurry,

I was drunk,

high,

and happy.

I listened to his heartbeat,

it was quick,

but not enough to show interest.

The boys decided I had to go home,

my pleads to stay were ignored,

nothing good can last after all.

But the senior leaned over,

his face close to mine,

and I stopped him,

tapped his cheek with my finger,

and made a joke,

but I wanted that kiss he promised,

and I got it.

His lips were soft,

addictive,

slow,

I wanted more,

it was the opposite of my boyfriend's kisses.

The guy who took my friend home drove me,

he's nice,

listened to me go on about something,

and so I thanked him,

he was humble,

asked what I'm thanking him for.

I'm thankful for him,

his friend's,

and the night they gave me.

Home,

not the place I wanted to be,

but I hoped my didn't smell anything on me,

alcohol,

weed,

or the cologne they doused me in earlier.

Now here I am,

smelling my jacket again,

shitty vodka,

weed,

cheap cologne,

and golden memories.