i think i'm in love

a poem about last saturday night

i think i’m in love with a boy i met on saturday night.

i don’t want to be, but i think i am.

although i can barely picture his face in my blurred, intoxicated memory,

his name echoes in my mind, a reminder of a night of darkness and light. 

although i cannot hear his voice in my mind, my brain forgetting the tone and the melody,

a grin dresses my face every time i think of him.

although the feeling of my hand brushing his is as persistent as a drumbeat,

i cannot feel the spark.

maybe there wasn’t one.

maybe it’s all in my mind.

maybe i’m not in love with a boy i met on saturday night.

maybe i don’t even know what love is.

Author's Note

let me know what you think! i don't usually write poetry and i'm not even sure if this constitutes as poetry or not but oh well!

Reviews

[iamshadowine]

pretty poem!!
keep writing :D

[The Good Luck Victoriou..]

I like that you're honest about your confused feelings. I also like that this poem takes the reader on a journey from that initial happiness, through the reflection and to the doubt. I think that makes this poem relatable.

I'm not a poetry fan so I don't know much about the 'format' (as you can see, I don't even know what it's called) so I can't comment on that.