Cherrybomb

"It is innocence when it charms us,
Ignorance when it does not."
So you charmed me.
You downright made my knees do that pathetic jelly thing
and the butterflies burst from their abdominal cocoons
in a flurry of bright colors and burning nausea.
And so you made me do that girl thing.
The sit up at 4am and whisper to curious confidantes
about first kisses and those sweet nothings in the ear melodramatics.
Well it stops now.
The light that hangs listlessly from that crook above the freeway glows crimson.
As it were, the entire earth shares the shade.
Gone are the days where everything shone in pastels.
Everything is RED from here on in.
Red with determination, power and utter indignation.
Red like my heart.
That with each and every monotonous beat somewhat whispers your name.
Well, not a whisper as much as a loud clattering.
Or maybe the crash of a wrecking ball.
Oh who am I kidding?
End of poem.

Molly Woodford