Tarnish

He was on the steps.
I tried to call out
Boy!
He didn't answer.
I kissed him and
Held his hand and
Flirted.

You see, I didn't know.

He tried to talk but nothing real came out. His words didn't know which direction to go in or how to properly form a dialogue.
"I don't think..."
"I don't know why.."
"Something just seems..."
"I just don't want to have to.."

Oh god. I'm going to break, aren't I?

By the time he was done
I was crying
So he excused himself:
Hurried off
Because he had that luxury.

Am I a tarnish on your day?

By the end of it all it felt as though
He was breaking up
And I was just breaking.