𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒃𝒖𝒗𝒆𝒍

act. i || scene iii || powell

11 / 01

for powell,

if the red color is what you choose among other colors,
it’s the color that I saw when I met you.

It was as a sign of warning.

When the first time I heard your name, it
resembled the word power.
Even the structure of the word, more or so with the sound,
It’s the same.
But, little did I know it would be more than that.

You had power over me instead.

It was as a sign,

When you sat in the back, with the other
Boys jiving on you to give quips on somebody in the room. And then you
Called my name, though I didn’t acknowledge you, I smiled to myself
With my head hung low, confused yet
Exhilarated to hear someone call me that way.

I know then that your name will be more on my lips
Than mine on yours.

It was as a warning.

When you told me that you like my
Curly hair just as you like them
Wrapped around your fingers. And
With just a single flutter of your lash, ruinous contemplation
Staring into mine, red thrills rushes through my veins.

It was a sign just as a warning.

When you started getting nearer and nearer to me,
Day after day. Closing the space between us during classes,
Sitting beside me so close, your knees purposely touching mine. Your head
Slowly leaning on my shoulder,

… warning

And your hand creeping up to hold mine.

[ warning ]

Then you told me that you like girls
Like me. I bit my lip because I couldn’t stop my smile or
Maybe because my breathing stopped, I had to swallow
The lump in my throat.

[ warning! ]

Or the urge to say the same thing back to you.

[ a sign … ]

But, you like those that are like me,

[ a warning … ]

And not entirely because of who I am,

[ warning … ]

Not because of me,

[ warning.]

Not me.