Young Love, or Some Junk.

I wasn’t cool enough to make a mix tape.

I never knew what songs to put on it

To tell you how much I wanted You,

Needed You,

Baaaaaabyyyy!

(You’re supposed to sing that last line like you mean it.)

I made radio shows with my cousin,

Cracking jokes and doing voices

That made us laugh, just like the morning shows

I’d listen to before I went to school to get my heart

Broken by the turn of your ribbon-bound ponytail.

So I learned to be funny instead of cool

An actor instead of a player

Holding for laughs, instead of

Your probably really soft hand.

Charm is awkwardness

Aged in acceptance

I’m just glad she found the vintage

I turned out to be.