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...