The First Time I Cussed

Someone once told me the most beautiful sight to behold is the rising sun, 
How like clockwork she lights up the sky in brilliant shades of red, orange, pink, indigo, blue
They swore they’ve never seen anything else so beautiful.

I saw my first sunrise when I was 19, 
It was at 2 am on a Monday morning atop a hill
I remember cursing for the first time
“Goddamn, that’s beautiful”
I imagine God probably smiled when he heard me say that
He said:
“Amen”

That same person told me that the world stops when the sun rises
Cars drive in slow motion
People take a breath
Everything 
and 
everyone 
is quiet
“Goddamn that’s beautiful”

Then I saw you for the first time
It was at 5 pm on a Friday afternoon, 
You were sitting there, hair a mess
Brown curls falling on your face 
Wearing that stupid stupid smile 
“Goddamn that’s beautiful”
The way you just sat there you know? 
My whole world just stopped—
Cars went slow motion 
I took a breathe 
Everything 
and 
everyone 
went quiet.
It was just you and me
And that stupid stupid smile
All I could think was “Goddamn that’s beautiful”

But what actually came out of my mouth was “Hi, you” 
When I should have said something like— How can you just sit there when all around me I feel nonstop, Belly-Flopping, Heart-stopping, On-my-toes, Falling-in-love. How can you sit there and smile? Like you can’t hear my heart go, Badump badump. I’m going crazy. I can’t breathe. Can I breathe you in? I want to absorb you. So you’re a part of me. You’re a-part-of-my-soul. I need you inside of me—Not like that—But also like that. You know what I mean? I want our cells to merge together. Till you and I are us. Us against the world. Two less lonely people. How can you sit there, and act like i’m not melting in front of your very eyes? I’m in a puddle at your feet. Taste me, kiss me. Do anything you want me. I am yours. Could you be mine? I’m just a girl standing in front of a guy asking him to—Fuuuuck—you’re beautiful, I don't know what to do with myself? I’m tongue tied thinking of every adjective that could describe your kind of perfection. You’re my type of obsession. Boy, you got me on my knees, Cravin' Beggin’ please, Baby please. 
God, 

I think I'm falling for you.

Someone once told me the most beautiful sight to behold is the rising sun, 
And I remembered seeing you for the first time
It was at 5pm on a Friday afternoon 
You were sitting there, hair a mess
And I remember thinking to myself
“Goddamn that’s beautiful”
I knew that I would never look at a sunrise ever again
When I could look at you instead.
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