Thursday, August 31, 2006

I met a boy

I met a boy who calls me beautiful instead of hot
Who smiles everytime he looks at me
Who holds the door for me to get on the bus

I met a boy who calls me during his lunchbreak just to tell me I’m cute
Who’s seen me at my silliest, my messiest, my bitchiest, and still thinks I’m a queen

I met a boy who remembered our 3 month anniversary
A boy who still writes me love letters
Who makes me forget the way it was and could have been with that other boy

I met a boy who makes me want to let go of the pain
The first boy I’ve ever wanted to hold hands with in public
The only boy I ever told I don’t like my eyebrows

I met a boy
The first boy I ever called back to ask if the phone cut off or if he hung up
The only boy that sways with me in perfect rhythm to the tunes in my head

I met a boy
Four months into it, he still gives me butterflies
He’s my lover and my friend
My fantasy and my reality

I met a boy who doesn’t mind kissing me with early morning breath
A boy with whom pizza tastes like caviar
A boy who lets me fly and is there to catch me if I fall
Someone I don’t have to put on a show for cos he sees me.

I met a boy
Who reads the thoughts I never admit to
With whom everything feels so good it’s almost a sin
There’s a sense of wonder
I’m happy, fulfilled even
I’ve known him but this long and he already knows my heart, fills it, maybe even owns it
I think of all the ways he’s wrong for me and they don’t seem to matter
Cos I look into his eyes and I see his soul

I met a boy I want to explore
But a big part of me wants to hide
Cos I’m still afraid
I like him, want him, trust him
but I break into a cold sweat if he mistakenly rubs against me
I grow still as a heart attack if he touches me in my sleep
My heart skips a beat if he trys to reach out to me at night
I still kick out if he tries creeping up on me

After all these years, I still sleep in the fetal position; I still seek protection from the strangeness of it all.

I’m still afraid, even after I met this boy.


Belle said...

very nice..

isn't being in love the best(est) feeling? **sigh**

Naijadude said...

Damn I wanna know who this boy is. Like Ruben Studdard says..I need me a an angel as well. Like they say, like minded individuals walk together...ur boy must have friends ...hahahahah

anonymous said...


Overwhelmed Naija Babe said...

@Belle:lol.. thanx.. hmm.. I don't even kno that i'm in love.. just in serious like

@ND:hehe.. u kno who he is.. n yes you do need an angel as well.. don't kno that it'd b any of his friends.. lucky 4 me i got the best of the bunch.. lol.. so we'll look elsewhere... party or library this wkend? lol

@anon: thanx

Noni Moss said...

This is beautiful! I love your work/writing style!