It was a rainy day, the 21st of February
I wore a lace dress and you wore your suit and tie.
Intoxicated with liquor we danced the night off
Girls wore provocative clothing, but you kept your interest on mine.
We had Arabic for dinner, did not converse for too much.
You held my hand during the drive before you dropped me off.
Your hands are always so soft, as if your touch is meant to moisturize mine.
"I'll be going to the east coast for dental school" was a haunting remark.
Although we just met, I've never been so scared to get attached.
Your lips kiss me softly with no further intention of taking any clothing off.
No man has showed me such intentions in the past.
I am found in confusion,
Like a rose in the process of drying out, its brittle petals falling off.
It has been about a year since I've been a colorless rose.
You kiss me goodbye one last time and promise to see me tomorrow.
Such a bittersweet feeling that tears begin to roll down my cheeks as I walk in the rain back,
I am scared to have you, to hold you like a fragile coffee mug that will slip out of my hands.
Maybe I'll be the coffee mug and I shall forever remain forgotten in your kitchen as you replace it with a glass.
Overthinking thoughts flow like the rain from Arizona skies on the night of the 21st of February.