Being Magnetic, Love Letters (Poetry), Poetry

Love Letter #77

I had never been on a real date before

so I was excited when you wanted to take me out

we went to Brooklyn 

where they supposedly had the best 

Italian food

we ate some amazing pasta

and drank a nice bottle of wine

when the bill came

you made me go dutch

in that moment I knew 

I never wanted to see you again.

Wasn’t a first date supposed to be special?

Wasn’t I supposed feel special?

In that moment

I didn’t feel special.

Just another girl 

who had to split the bill.

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