<talk the talk>
you talk the talk,
haircut always fresh, buzzed
eyes, you stood out to me;
amidst a crowd of flashy colors
and gaudy nights, i could not
stay away, even when i desperately tried.
sneakers always fresh, tired eyes
but your head game is a mess,
you stood apart, even when you
tripped and stuttered; playlist set to chill
and reminiscence, we played Keith Sweat in your
car because even when your radio wasn’t working,
slick sheets were all what we needed.
you hated going to the beach,
but i was always the waves
that crashed. back-and-forth
type of thing, can we ever go back
to the beginning, when you looked me
in the eyes and didn’t hate me?
@amaetur_poet
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 