highschool hopeless romantics
He'd been etching a caricature of teenage
love in his notebook, eager of the fresh-faced
innocent girl that whispered gently in crisp night,
"I double dare you", intimately, eyes-wide,
and brought him to towering heights;
The school roof, in midnight madness, wine eyes
swimming in a blurred fog of adrenaline.
"Jump," she mouthed, pink lips that had only
known right answers in school, her lily-white
fingers wiggling back and forth as she awaited
teachers to call upon her, to glorify her.
A faint glimmer in those claret eyes told him
to take the leap, faith manifested in that all
things would eventually end well.
In everything anyone had ever told him, that he
would not be the victim, that he would not fall
from that roof and fade away.
What lies they told him.