Still Into You

Seven years,
Showing you five fingers and looking up
At your incredulous smile,
“It’s three more ‘till a decade,”
You press your palm against mine.

Feet dragging,
I pull you closer to me, clasping hands.
Kissing your cheek, you say,
“You know what? You’re worth it, love,”
My heart swells, ‘cause you are too.

Picturing
The day you first caught my eye and I yours,
Sucking in a deep breath,
“Hi, I’m Hayley. And you are?”
Voice trembling, butterflies known.

Back to back,
Murmuring not quite heartfelt I love you's,
But having been advised
“Never go to sleep angry,”
By parents and peers alike.

Wind whipping
Through our hair, windows rolled all the way down,
Driving back to my place.
“Your mother is very sweet.”
You exhale, singing loudly.

High pitched screams,
The shattering of china echoing
Through the house; tears running.
“Why can’t you do something right?”
I fall asleep on the couch.

You surprise
Me with a bouquet of roses one day,
And frustrate me the next,
“Can’t be love without a fight,”
And it all makes sense to me.

Some people
Ask why we’re together; shaking their head,
Puzzling thoughts on their mind.
“I’ll let you figure that out,”
I tell them, smiling sweetly.

The truth is,
I’m into you; we’ll make it to ten years
And beyond, with struggles,
“I loathe you!” ’s and “I miss you.” ’s
Because I’m still into you.