Started with small talk,
but my words ran wild, a river of stories
you didn't ask for, but listened to anyway.
Couldn't help it, I wanted to impress,
filling every pause with a laugh,
words tumbling over each other,
hoping you'd see past the nervous chatter.
You, steady as a heartbeat, calm as quiet water,
standing a whole head taller,
just watching me try to be cool
with my too-big stories in this too-small frame.
You must've seen right through it—
the nerves hidden under the banter,
the way I leaned into every laugh.
We ended up in a park,
where the air settled around us like a secret.
Talked about everything and nothing,
exes and what-if's,
old heartbreaks and half-healed scars,
piecing together our pasts as the sky turned dark.
And just when I thought I'd used up every word,
I threw out a King Von rap—
a last-ditch charm, a bit of wild whimsy.
Your laughter burst, big and real,
like I'd just handed you a spark,
and suddenly, all the nerves fell away.
Under that endless sky, in the warmth of your laugh,
I knew there'd be a second date,
knew I'd somehow found my way
from nerves to something real—
all because you saw past the chatter
and chose to stay.
YOU ARE READING
Where Words Fall Short
PoetryA collection of poems that captures the depth of love where language falters. 'When Words Fall Short' is a tribute to the glances, quiet sighs, and unspoken bonds that speak louder than words-dedicated to the one who makes every moment timeless.
