consideration

standing here i think
i could go home and write so many poems about this moment
so many words to describe the loud music
and the rush
and the way you get so excited over nothing
and i can feel the so-much smile strain on my face
the gentle ache of pleasure
but looking at you
i think if thats who i want to be
do i want to be the girl who will write so many poems
who will wallow in her words
do i want to immortalize this moment
or will it make it too dear
do i want to fall back to wishing
or will it make the pain all too clear
these are the questions i ask myself
while my knees pump
and our shoulders bump
and i look over
many many more times
than i should