Classed as Clueless

[i]
I remember.
You wore that stupid shirt with cartoon
super heroes saving the world
&& held my hand all day;
the lingering film of perspiration held on like
super glue, even after you slipped away,
into my tomorrow.

&& I stood on the tips of my toes
just so that I could kiss your cheek.
Before you pushed me [down.down.down]
from the height you made me reach.

There was a staleness in the air,
the kind that makes you feel as though
you're breathing in yesterdays && somehow
the strategic defeat of 'the other team'
killed a little piece inside me.

[ii]
I remember.
That was the day you decide we were
destined for smaller things. The foot
steps were echoing through me head
as I begged my tear ducts to forget and
my lungs to breathe.

&& the smell of masculinity and stale
talent made me nauseous as the awkward
silences built up between our palms
and turned the perspiration a deeper shade
of ugly. Even the Gatorade couldn’t stop the
burning in my throat as you.you.you walked
away for the first[last] time.


[iii]
I am 2 years lighter when I am
under you, selling my soul for your kisses
and breathing in the pungent odor of
rotting yesterdays. Please baby, let’s rewind
back to somewhere over the rainbow.
Back to the beginning when we were falling
in love beneath the bleachers.