it's weird how I plan,
not to care or show no emotion,
and then someone always
comes along to break the pattern
of my repetitious motions.
like a snowflake or the oceans,
i'm recognizable but infinitely variable.
cursed by memories of others who were unreliable.
cursed by memories of hurting others by doing the same.
so then He came along,
and I told him I didn't have a boyfriend,
because there's no reason I should ruin a future relationship,
on a present relationship that's already perturbed.
pretending you don't care was easy.
but then we kissed, and all I could think about
was Jessica Simpson. . .
Talking about Nick and how he took her Breath away
because I didn't think that was possible.
but that's what happened to me at that Moment
across the street and down the block on 110th
and Columbus Ave with Him.
i had to stop for breaths between our kisses
an epiphany of hope flew in with those short
breaths between lips,
mine and His.
He and I.
new beginnings.
copyright 2004 kristina lopez
