a haiku for every boy i've ever kissed: continued

I
flip phone in my hand
heart pounding out of my chest
young love's just too weak

II
two of our talents
were keeping our secrets and
having too many

III
a reckless daydream
you were cold nights and long hikes
never safe or sound

IV
a naive heartbreak
i swear on my life you were
my biggest mistake

V
on long summer nights
we drove fast and kissed slowly
and I felt nothing

VI
you were an expert
at using logarithms
as well as people

VII
goosebumps and cold hands
i still don't know your full name
I don't even care

VIII
forty minute drive
you came to me every week
but I never you

IX
unrequited love
fingers deep in curly hair
now we never speak

X
three lines of a poem
couldn't explain the feeling
that still hasn't left

XI
cold and trembling hands
you said you used wikihow
but you never learned

XII
8 years I loved you
8 years I never told you
2 years til I can

XIII
patience and passion
long hair and sapphire eyes
i wish you were mine

september 4th

we met at the Latin Festival. It was fantastic, really.
we ate Mexican paprika corn and he did the eyebrow thing that I still talk about.
his pants were really big and I had my shirt tied in a knot in the front to hide a few holes.
small talk about board games and YouTube videos led to a lot of beautiful things,
and still a lot of talk about board games.
he taught me to drive stick shift (not well)
and how to be patient when it takes him 10 minutes to tell a story.
months later and he's still perfect.
sick and sometimes sad, but perfect.