I’m the girl who falls in love
at other people’s weddings.
I rock the Cupid Shuffle and fall
for the beat. And suddenly I’m tickled
with every tap tap on the dance floor.
I’m the girl who is depressed
for at least a week following said weddings.
I’m torn with heartache at the joy
I am no longer in the presence of. And suddenly,
I cry myself to sleep or can’t sleep at all.
I’m the girl who recuperates by listening
to lady ballads on the way to work. I sing
with Pat Benatar and know love is a battlefield.
I sing with Wilson Phillips and hold on
for just one more day. I sing with Whitney.
And suddenly, I just wanna dance with somebody.
I’m the girl who loves to never play
it safe. I am reckless with abandon,
own a catch-me-if-you-can spirit, and
even if no one is chasing, I’m running.
And suddenly, I want my hand held.
I’m the girl who cries her eyes out
watching wedding videos of strangers I’ve never met.
I’m a sap, oozing with a love I’ve never
even known. So I tell people I’m planning my wedding,
with a Save the Date of sometime in the near future.
And suddenly, everyone concurs.
I’m the girl who, when asked who the lucky guy is,
says, “Hahahahaha.” It’s just a minor detail,
just a tiny missing piece, like finalizing
the stationery for seating arrangements
I will one day write his name on. And suddenly…
I’m addicted to Pinterest.
I’m the girl who loves surprises. I know that depth
isn’t just an iceberg thing. It’s cinematography–
the distance between the nearest and farthest objects.
It’s the sharpness and blurriness of understanding.
And suddenly, I’ve come into focus.
I’m the girl who puts the “fun”
in the profundity of thought, but I’m over
its complexity. I’ve hired hair and make-up
artist for special occasions instead. And suddenly,
I’ve made a decision to fall in love.