I put my hand in yours last night

As we sat on the hood of your car

And I wonder, was it just me

or did you feel a spark?

As you reversed, and tried to park

You hand came up behind my seat

And I remember your scent,

A mix of cinnamon and pine,

Something so soothing and woodsy.

Did I cross a line last night?

Maybe in my mind

Because in my wildest fantasies

You’ve fallen in love with me too.

Today we have another date

To study of course

I’m your tutor,

But my, oh my, would I love to be more.

We’d be a sappy cliche,

High school sweethearts,

If I’d be allowed to say.

A classic trope,

Bad boy x good girl,

And how I’d longs to be yours,

In the moonlight, ask for a twirl.

On prom night, you’d get me a corsage

And then senior week would be ours

We’d write each other letters when we go away to college

Because phone calls were ‘old’

You’d keep a picture near your bedside table,

And I’d visit every other semester

Our life would be as lush as life in fables

I’d play opposite to your James Dean.

But as I float back to reality

Bonnie and Clyde didn’t make it,

Neither did Romeo and Juliet,

Oh how our love is cursed,

A story of Montagues and Capulets.

Only if our love did exist.

Would I cross a line if I said I love you?

Would I?

Or would you say it too?

A poem of my story which is right now circling in the vague borders of Pinterest boards and ChatGPT organizing my crazy thoughts!!