All of the signs were pointing towards
A cliché, logically romantic moment-
The stars, the cool night air,
Two teenagers lying in the grass.
I knew it had to be then.

There were a hundred thousand things
Buzzing through my mind, waiting
To escape through my tightly-pressed lips.
I wanted to divulge everything-
Every song that reminded me of you and
Every stupid little butterfly that assaulted my stomach
Whenever you came around.

The words were slowly compiling themselves
Behind my lips, eagerly waiting to burst forward.
And finally, after long moments of silence
And a disappointingly short embrace in comparison
My padlocked lips finally parted, and all
That came from the release was an utterly upsetting
"I'll miss you, goodbye."