love poems.

six.

when he sits across from you
on the bus, you won't think anything
of it.
your eyes will meet and for a moment
you'll watch each other,
blinking before turning away.
you'll look down at your hands and your
soul will call out to you :
maybe.

a month later when he texts you,
you'll get a funny feeling in your chest.
you'll reply something flirty, hoping
you'll get something in return.
when you do,
your soul will call out to you :
keep going.

four months later you invite him
to an event.
when he shows up you will smile
bigger than you ever have before.
but when he doesn't wait,
and leaves without saying goodbye,
your heart will shatter
into what feels like a million pieces.
when you cry in your friends arms
in the back of her car,
her mother will tell you that
"boys don't mean anything,"
you will wipe your tears,
but your soul will call out to you :
give him a chance.

the next morning when he calls you,
you won't know how to pick it up.
do you say hello, hi, good morning?
or do you not answer at all?
you do anyways, and he explains that
he has feelings for you too.
you'll smile, and get butterflies.
your heart will race and your palms
will get sweaty.
your soul will call out to you :
this is it.