In honor of Dear Evan Hansen
My hands are not sweating.
They are normally this wet.
Thoughts flash through my head like a raging storm:
I am lost deep within a cenote,
swimming blindly toward her,
my only source of light.
Zoe is a goddess.
I pray to her.
Aphrodite–
beautiful beyond words.
Her supernatural beauty lures me in,
I sense the danger,
but I am helpless to stop her.
She’s a queen,
and I’m nothing but a mere commoner,
a speck of dust floating through the air.
Today I ran into Connor Murphy,
he scares me.
He’s a lion ready to pounce on a helpless deer.
He signed my cast,
but I fear the worst.
He’s as unpredictable as a tropical storm,
Ready to blow down everything in its path.
I can’t believe he found my note.
I hope a black hole swallows me up:
I am so embarrassed!
Even worse,
now he knows how I feel about his sister.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised,
my life sucks already.
What’s one more stroke of bad luck?
I’ll always be prey.
One day,
the predators will catch up.
They will eat me for dinner. Then
finally, I will be free.
Maybe
that’s why I climbed that tree.
That’s why I tried to let go.
It didn’t work,
of course.
Why would anything work for me?
For meh…
I guess the worst is yet to come.
Bad luck follows me wherever I go.
It’s always there,
lurking in the shadows.
Will I be ready?