The First Time We Said Hello
The first time we said, “Hello,”
it felt as though pterodactyls were flapping their wings against the corridors of my stomach.

That day, Cupid didn’t have an arrow large enough to hold a love this size,
so he hijacked a plane and flew it into my chest.

You,
You make me want to jump off the highest building in the city just to prove that I’m invincible with you next to me.
I’m saying like, don’t text me or instant message me.
Trust that it’s important that I hear your voice today.
It’s crucial that we speak today.
And if I was to say that I really, really, really wanted to get to know you would just be an understatement.
Me, I want to pour your thoughts in a wine glass and sip them slow and strong like I’m going on vacation.
I want to light candles,
and bathe for hours in secrets that you just never had the courage to say out loud already,
I’m ready to grab onto your dreams and jump into a pool head first just to see if hope still floats.
I want to float next to you.
I’m talking, ten feet above cumulus clouds so no-one can rain on our parade.

As if the only card game we understand how to play is spades.
And if I win, you have to let me fall in love with you.
But if I win, all you have to do is let me fall in love with you
You see, if I could, if I could, I would sing a song for you.
If I could, I would write you a poem.
If I could, I would sample your smile,
and then let my heart beat the baseline
and we would create the greatest love song whenever we stand next to each other.
Love,
I was the only one made for you,
and you can be “At Last” by Etta James
and I will be the “Ooh child”
whenever you’re in pain
or you can be candy coated drops of rain although
it never rains in Southern California.

And we could be music,
So if your friends ask if you’re my girlfriend, I’ll say “no, she is my musician,”
And me, I guess you could say, that I’m her favorite song

She has purchased real estate in my state of my unconsciousness.
She lives in my thoughts and then she visits in my dreams so I see her at night and then I see her again during the day and whether or not she physically passes my way, the day that we met begins to play and rewinds in my mind at least one time every thirty minutes.
That’s like 48 times a day.
That’s like 336 times a week, and she makes me weak in my knees and I can hardly speak like that old tune song
As I stand here like a deer in the headlights of her beauty as she dances on my ideas
and before she sleeps it’s like she wraps herself in my memories
and she sets the needs of my soul with the melodies of her voice,
She was the first girl to make my palms moist just by walking next to her.
And even though her beauty consumes me I sit back wondering whether or not I should actually pursue her.

And I know what you’re thinking:
I’m just some love-sick fool
but tell me what would you do if you saw the most beautiful flower?
I mean even if you don’t like flowers, but you just saw this one flower that took your breath away
I mean a flower so beautiful that even the hardest of thugs stopped to say “yo, that flower’s kinda nice”
I mean a flower so beautiful that a mere glance doesn’t suffice
because it entices you to get closer. What would you do?

Would you pick the flower
or would you leave it there so that somebody else can see it too?