We danced for hours.

It’s cute that you were still too nervous to give me your number, so you gave it to my friend.

I liked the way your hair smelled, too. Sorry I didn’t say that.

I’m enjoying our exchange of quips. Sorry I can’t say that.

I am terrible

at people, and risk,

and beginnings.

I am still ripping myself from this earth

vein by vein

to replant somewhere new and start again.

I don’t need a reason to think about staying.

You seem really nice, but I’ve been wrong before.