Poems and Misc.

The Closet

I remember that day vividly, that day I met him in the closet.

His eyes wear a striking gray-green and he sported a royal purple Lakers jersey.

I snuck down that stark hallway, just to met him. 

Risked my whole life for him. 

All for that moment in that closet. 

The way he smiled, the way he cared, it seemed only fair to do what we did.

Regardless of previous relationships being broken just days before. 

As charming as a golden retriever and as clever as a snake he worked his way to where we're sitting down. 

I remember that broken swivel chair that had the world stained on it's back 

I remember the feel of his hand on my cheek. 

I remember his name too. I can never forget that name.

The name that caused me a moment happiness and life long time regret. 

The way he cared for what my previous partner did to me. 

But at the end of the day, how TikTok pegged him would be true.

Nothing but a useless fuck boy.  

But the way he smelt. 

The way his hand touched mine. 

The way he tasted like peppermints. 

I can never forget what happened that day in the closet. 

No matter how much I want to. 

He kissed with his teeth, I remember the way he bit down onto my lip felt like a thousand tiny little fires igniting across me. 

He would then afterwards leave in almost embarrassment, though all we did was kiss. 

As if it was his dirty secret. 

I would then get too attached.

Too focused on how it went down in the closet. 

In the end, I would still get hurt. 

Oh well, as multiple of my tennis/swim teammates would later point out to me... he wasn't worth it. 

It was just one stupid little moment in the closet. 

But it's not one I can get over. 

Anyways that was just a complete mess of rambling lmfaooo, I apologize.