4 Heartbreak

The fireworks commence
I sat close to her, just another body in her close-knit group of friends,
I’m ecstatic she drug me down here,
“It’s strictly platonic.” she always said, but what if I hold her hand?
I never pushed the issue before, maybe it’s about time I did,

I squeeze closer to her and her friends notice, cheering me on,
It feels like it’s gonna happen, maybe it isn’t strictly platonic,
I squeeze closer

The fireworks grow louder and more bright,
It feels like a fairy-tale, she was my first crush,
I hated fireworks, I hated crowds, I hated opening up,
I hated the uncertainty, but now everything felt perfect,
“Just lean in and do it already” one of her friends said,
It felt like a fairytale

Until I looked at her
Red in face, but not the way I was,
Full of embarrassment, she gets up,
The fireworks drown out our internal scream,
She screams “It’s strictly platonic.”

“Is this not how it’s supposed to go?”

They left me there, all alone.
No car, no friends, no phone,
I didn’t even have a ride home,
I wondered aimlessly with nothing but
questions and my first heartbreak