Shaking Chill

I didn’t mean to run into you, with the colored lights going off and on against your skin. “I’m sorry.” I whispered anxiously, but I didn’t mean to whisper. I didn’t mean to do a lot of things, but I did pull away and look up at your eyes and the light brown tousled hair above them. Awkward elbows and awkward knees were touching and the colored lights still danced around and on you. Yellow was heavenly on you and red was haunting, but nonetheless you seemed harmless. You were so surreal and I was worried I had stared too long and as I turned back and laughed you stared down and smiled at me unknowingly. My knees were trembling and my fingers were falling off my hands when you looked up at me and for a few moments I wasn’t afraid to return a gaze. You were in love with me and I said under my breath, “Bless your poor misguided heart.”