She

She made me laugh.

And I don’t mean, laugh politely.

She made me let go.

Let my lungs expand to breathe,

Let my chest fill with air until my sides hurt

and I turned blue.

 

She made me laugh.

But you made me smile.

That wide, desperate smile I get when I see your texts.

That smile that comes with butterflies in my stomach

and a nagging voice in my head.

She gave me a CO2 fueled high.

You gave me the butterflies.

I can replicate the high with friends.

She danced with me,

I felt her hand in mine,

yours is like a memory I never formed.

Your touch rests on a keyboard.

Our lips only touched microphones.

Yet I chose you and somehow I’m stuck.

 

About the Author:

Susan is a future mathematician, who at eighteen has no idea what she is doing, much less any idea about whatever the fuck she is writing.