it was halloween and we were both at the october fest
                              our town hosts one every year
                              you were in a blazer with a deep blue scarf
                              and i was in an over sized sweater with a white scarf
                              i swear that i didn't try to match you
                              but you gottta admit it was kinda cute
                              we were both fourteen and my hormones had just kicked in
                              i wanted to hold your hand
                              but the whole town was watching
                              so i just tucked my hands in my pockets
                              and bit my lip as i tried to hold myself back
                              we carved pumpkins together
                              you carved a soccer ball in yours
                              i carved a heart in mine
                              you had to leave to pass out candy to the kids
                              i agreed and headed home too
                              my pumpkin was sloshing  under my arm
                              i didn't bother to take out the insides
                              i sat on the porch swing as i handed out candy 
                              but you sneaked up and sat next to me
                              i'd never admit it, but 
                              you scared the piss out of me
                              literally
                              we talked for until it was 12 o'clock
                              and ate all the leftover candies 
                              you ate most of the butterfingers
                              i ate most of the blow pops
                              the streets were bare of children 
                              the lights in houses had turned off
                              i said i had to head inside
                              you said you had to head home
                              but you inched closer to me
                              that was my first kiss
                              i'm hoping it was yours too
                              you tasted like butterfingers.
                                      
                                          
                                  
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It's Not Like I Planned It This Way (Watty Awards 2013)
PoetryIn the midst of a world that disagrees with everything you do, Florence struggles to figure out who she and what her purpose in life is when a deathly accident occurs. As she is in limbo, or so she thinks, she reminisces on the good and the bad of h...
