Just A Soft Spot Inside My Chest
“It didn’t mean anything,” she said.
“He’s just like that with every girl.”
It is her response to what I explained
as my “confused” thoughts.
“It just felt weird,” I said.
She laughed softly again.
I didn’t want to acknowledge to her
there was a warmth settling
I didn’t want to say or state
there is a soft spot in my veins
when he’s around or anything else.
It ain’t love, at least not yet.
But I’ve caught myself thinking
That night, while we watched the movie
and I laughed on his shoulder
with his hand on my cheek
and both snuggling together,
I wondered what it’d be like
if I was the only one wondering.
if I would return his kiss
and he asked if my roomie was awake
and just watched me pass by
I kept wondering if he was gonna try,
I wanted to know what it’d be like
to have his lips on mine.
Instead just wished him goodnight
and went back to normal life.
I didn’t tell her, I slept that night better
than I had slept in a while.
some of the silliest things
His “oh, you are knockout gorgeous”
and his soft eyes whenever he sees me
singing softly while I do homework
or walk around campus dancing
-who’d be stupid enough to call me
And how all of those stupid things
don’t seem stupid when they come from him.
I didn’t tell her I know he’s dating someone else
And thinking of many other girls
and yet I can’t wait to dance la bachata
with him, his hands firm on my waist,
laughing in my ear, trying to follow my rhythm.
That I don’t have friends’ thoughts
when his hand is on my neck
in an elaborate salsa step.
Yeah, maybe it doesn’t mean anything.
Just a soft spot inside my chest.
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