That's When I Know

So there's this guy....

When I caught that lovely scent

and realized it was you,

when your sister told me I was the only one

you seemed to be talking to,

when you blatantly stared when I don't answer

and I could drown in the most beautiful blue.

That's when I knew I was in trouble. 

When we sat in a field of indie rock

and sang to foreign classical music,

when your fingers lifted me by the waist

and left tingles like tiny bruises,

when we danced like we had won the world

and I forgot to feel like I was losing.

That's when I knew I was in trouble. 

When we sat, chilled, under Friday night lights

and your smile mirrored the lines of coloured paint,

when I pulled the strings on your sweatshirt hood

and my finger brushed along your face,

when they wanted to move to the back of the crowd

but you stuck out your lip and made your case.

That's when I knew I was in trouble.

When you hold down that silly hat

on top of your messy hair,

when you touch your knuckles to my shoulder

and point for me to stare,

when you show me all your subtleties

of which I am now aware.

That's when I know I am in trouble.

Reviews

[NeiL ArandA]

I just stumble on this and I could not restrained myself any longer for not commenting. This is so sweet and clever. There's a little naughtiness in it but in a very clever way. He got you where you are most " vulnerable " I wrote about crush and infatuation as well. But I like the girl or woman version of it. It's really cool and tingling to see and hear from your perspective. I love it !!!

[Angad Waraich]

Simple, elegant and beautiful.
Loved the honesty you displayed

Thank you.

-Angad

[Sami Khalil]

"I pulled the strings on your sweatshirt hood
and my finger brushed along your face,
when they wanted to move to the back of the crowd
but you stuck out your lip and made your case.
That's when I knew I was in trouble."

An honest and sincere write. Bravo..........