Amy Liou, Environment, Resource, and Sustainability, 3A

It’s like time neither stood still
Nor sped forward with urge,
When your hearts are wholesome and warm
But too fragile for goodbye words,
Bold and injured.

These bodies tangle as they should,
We do what two young humans do
When they lean in closer to the soul
That stirs beneath me, beneath you,
Make me your pursuit.

There was no room for excessive fear,
In the moment, we were willing to give,
Receiving hugs, kisses and heaven,
But ask me to commit
And I would run from all of this.

Because my father was noble and brave,
And my mother has never felt the agony
Of losing your first true love,
When you were swept off your feet,
With the most heartless ending.

So we don’t look for new beginnings,
We seek no means to an end,
Just the sway of my hips and the comfort of his chest,
When he’s a special kind of friend
On the weekends.
A friend.