maybe i don’t loathe you as much as i thought
you were the one after all who noticed my eyes are hazel
not brown (at least you made a big deal out of it
and that was flattering – a girl likes to be flattered)
and once when i looked out the window
of my second-story apartment
to see if it was raining (it was)
there you were in the alleyway looking up
your face gleaming all romeo-like knowing i would let you in
when i should have never let you in
this was all so long ago
and i sometimes wonder who was that girl
who was so obsessed and daring
but then i think of the umbrellas of cherbourg
when catherine deneuve says almost to herself
i would have died for him why am i still alive
and that line just kills me because
i understand exactly what she meant
umbrellas
02 Tuesday Aug 2022