Bad Come and Go, But the Best Stay (standard:poetry, 805 words)
Author: Puck	Added: Mar 08 2001	Views/Reads: 3684/2192	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A poem about boyfriends

1. The theater was dark and cold. 

Then again, they always are. 

My throat is tight, palms sweaty, 

To this day I will tell you 

I have no clue what movie we were watching. 

Kelly told me that you have to anticipate 

the moment, right when he leans in, you do too. 

But she was experienced. Maybe that’s why 

when it happened, I wanted it to be 

over as soon as possible. I was only 13 

but even I knew that a first kiss wasn’t 

supposed to be like that. Saliva everywhere, 

not able to breathe, and the taste of that 

Quarter Pounder (with extra onions) 

he had eaten before his parents dropped us off. 

2. 

I lie in my bed, thinking back to the 

love. But that wasn’t love. The sandy blonde 

head attached to the warm body, clad in 

Scooby Doo boxers and a wife beater. (I still 

laugh when I hear that term.) His arms around 

me, close as he can get without climbing 

inside my skin. He wakes for a moment, and I 

turn my head to meet his lips. “I love you.” 

he whispers, before sleep takes him back. 

I run my fingers through his hair, whispering 

“I love you too Brian.” 

3. 

Not like Mike. Mike was not love. 

I thought he was. I sat bored inside 

Jim’s Dairy Mart, not a great name for 

an ice cream joint, but it was fun work 

and it paid well, for a fifteen year old anyway. 

I remember the first time I saw him. 

I didn’t think hair could be that shade 

of orange. He ordered a banana split, 

I forgot the bananas. While I fixed it, 

he scribbled on a scrap of paper. 


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