The Roar of 3am
memories of a younger manic pixie dream
Remember the time we did shots of mango juice off the back of your car
You called me to get me out of the house that was drowning me
Pride might have been a parade
My pride was a prison until you let me out
Sneaking me out a cell with the promise of juice shots
I was getting over alcohol
And you were getting over me
Not that I knew or you knew
Rose colored lenses will do that
We were both lost in our youth
That’s what brought us to Walmart at 3am
Just to do shots of juice in the parking lot
I kept going shot after shot
Missing the burn
Denying the ache I had in my chest seemed simpler
You drank the first one like you were taste testing a fine wine
Sips with smooth slurps and trying to decipher taste
Giggling as you described the flavor profile of mango juice
I felt my heart crash into your distractions like a meteor
You bubbled up knowing the momentary lapse in my strength
Stood no chance against your substitutions
I looked at you so enamored at the beauty of your shamelessness
Shots were not your specialty but You took the shot that I poured you
I tried to give you instruction hoping my impurity would help soothe you
You were cocky, self assured, Telling me you had taken a shot before
It was almost ludicrous to think of you rebelling
You, a picture of innocence and purity.
You coughed on your juice shot and it spewed all over
I burst out the seams with laughs that were too big for my body
Feelings that encompassed my being spilled out like overloaded luggage
A first lover who made me feel not afraid of being all that I was
In return for the courage you gave me
I taught you how to take shots
I taught you how to rebel
How could I not be your first love too
I took your first kiss
I was your first girlfriend
How bitter it tasted when I realized
I was just a rebellion you would eventually get over.
About the Creator
Dany Jean-Pierre
They/Them
I started with libraries and now I’m trying to fill one with all of my own works.
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