The nostalgia gets knocked out of me,
when you walk into the room.
Has it really been two years since
I wanted you too much for too long?
The memories of you wrapping me
around your finger and then cutting it off
come back to me. You never replaced
the affection I gave away so freely
and it sucked me dry at the age of 15.
I try to hide the bitterness behind my eyes,
after all I’m sure being away at university
has honed your repartee and wit.
My only problem is, I see now,
you’re just really not that fit.
It took me a minute to place you.
You were always clouded in a haze
of puppy love and high expectations.
The hedonism of higher education
has dulled my sense of the past;
everything in this town feels different
somehow. Time has softened the edges
of our interactions and space puts you
in a whole new light. You’ve filled out,
filled in the requirements and I can fill
your time with mine. Maybe I should give
you my phone number because,
oh god, you’ve gotten so fit.
Your jaw has dulled over time,
rugged rocks worn down.
Your cheeks are flushed,
highlighting those high bones.
Your nose has bumps and blemishes,
that I never noticed before.
Your hair makes my hand want
to dive in and curl you round my little finger.
Did your university days fill you out?
Or was I imagining an Adonis in your shoes?
Did you have that femme fatale physique
before, or is it a new addition?
You used to be my ideal model, the epitome of
teenage adoration, but the cracks are starting to show.
You used to be unrequited in my mind, I was your
half-boyfriend and you weren’t half-bad. But now?
I shift my gaze away from you,
I look eagerly at this woman in front of me
tear the paper in my hands,
try and gather dutch courage,
not wanting the awkward conversation.
desperately wanting to ask you out.
There was a time when I would beg for a scrap of your affection,
I made you work so hard for this moment,
my rose tinted contact lenses stuck in my eyes.
I owe you so much and plus there’s a bonus for me,
But now, you’re just really not that fit.
because, oh god, you’ve gotten so fit.
As performed by Domestic.
– Francesniff