I didn't mean to break your heart

Dear Prom Date,

I know that you whispered in my ear so gently as we danced close, wondering if you were finally good enough. The truth is, as you held on to me as if I were your lifesaver amongst the waves of couples on that dim dancefloor, I was staring over your shoulder at him. I caught his eye, winked. We shared a smile. I swear, he makes me smile just by looking at me, because around him I feel wanted, as though I am the most lovely girl in the universe.

I just want to rest my head on his shoulder and have him hold me until all the stars fall from the sky, and the earth crumbles beneath us.

I may be a hopeless romantic, but I feel the [right] one for you is out there somewhere, and she isn't me. It's not your fault that I don't love you. I guess it's my fault for falling in love with that boy, and for breaking your heart.

--by lostpoet, wisconsin, 05/17/2006