Tears Of What?

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You'd think
riding in a jeep,
feeling the wind across my face,
and listening to Black Eyed Peas jam it out
with a cute guy by my side
would make me
happy.

No.

It makes me cry.
Or maybe I'm crying
for other reasons.
It's hard to tell
when there are a hundred emotions,
all mixed up together.

He reaches over
and holds my hand
and something about that
calms me down
and the tears
stop flowing.

When we get to town,
he pulls into
the parking lot
of Taco Del Mar.

"I thought maybe we'd get a bite to eat
before I take you home.
I want to make sure you're okay."

I nod. "Sure."

And so we go inside.
He orders.
I sit.

When he sits down
across from me,
he says, "I'm sorry I didn't put it together
at the beach that you were that Ava."

"Sorry?"

"I just mean, you're going through a lot.
And I should have been, you know,
more sensitive, or whatever."

"Are you always so nice?" I ask.

He smiles.

And when I get goose bumps
all over my body
because of that smile
and I think about what
a terrible girlfriend I am to Jackson,
I start to cry
all over again.

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~Viviana

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