
park and swings
are you kidding, he asked
nope, i answered
there we were at sunset
me wondering if he thought
i might be a pedophile
or psychologically stunted
what do you do for fun? he asked
this, i laughed – a little too loudly
high maintenance? he asked
high maintenance what? i asked back
are you high maintenance? he clarified
i laughed nervously, mainly in an attempt
to dismiss the questions in my mind that
showed up with his
probably, i answered
i wonder if there’s a point system to
honesty when dating? i thought
so you like nice things? he asked
wonder what he’s scared of, i thought
doesn’t everyone? i answered
i like lots of things but don’t believe
to need anything i don’t already have,
i explained
i’m high maintenance emotionally, i continued
then stopped in regret
what’s that mean? he asked
i stopped swinging
means i’m often intense, more intense
than what a situation calls for. means
i’d be okay taking my clothes off and
having sex out here. means i could cry
at the sight of a flower petal or a weed.
means that without warning i could
look very different tomorrow than how
you see me today, i explained
he stopped swinging
so you’d take your clothes off now? he asked
what an ass, i thought
would you? i asked
if you want me to, he answered
when’s the last time you cried? i asked
i dunno, maybe a year ago, he answered
i smiled but felt sad inside
i wouldn’t want you to, i answered
let’s just enjoy the park today, i said before
starting to swing again
okay, he answered while staring at
a beautiful woman walking by
thoughts
even though there are a million choices in between, it’s better to be brutally honest than gently truthless.
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