RIGHT GIRL, WRONG TIME
By Jeannie McDonald
Is it enough to just try—or does it all go back to timing? Do we have complete control—or is it all predetermined? Wiping the mirror clean, I see you for a split second Your strong arms wrapped around me Like a movie, it flickers through my head More than friends with benefits, Not too prude, not too loose “Cool” girl, she’d let me do it, Romanticized version of you
The day we spent in the sun, getting to know each other better Browsing aisles in the antique store, Stay until we both fall asleep
Keep me safe from my nightmares Your name is still stuck on my tongue Look into my eyes and read my mind Breathe you in Hold my hand until the sun shows its face Let your guard down I’ll watch your back, if you watch mine —Take mine with it If you had asked me, I would’ve moved it all for you Like a pen to paper, I’d let you use me
Loud and warm New and fresh Like smoking your first bowl in the pitch-black parking lot, Or that night by the docks with our fingers intertwined
Like the guys before, Stuck in roles I didn’t ask for, Expecting nothing in return, I would’ve changed for you, too
Put the light on, So I can see you look at me Let me see your flaws + i’ll show you mine
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