In 2012

You wanted his cousin to come up and talk to you
His cousin
Not him
At that party where Bella was dancing
And boys were looking at her waist
And you wanted to be that fearless
As fearless as she was
As fearless as her dress
And her dreads
And her laugh

Anyway
He came up to you

And your tact told you not to ask
Not to ask him,
"Is that your cousin?"
He drove you home that night
From Jabi
And the entire time you were on edge
It was nearly midnight
And he was a stranger
But he drove you home quickly
He sped down the dark expressway
Because he knew you were scared
And he didn't want you to be nervous
He knew what you were thinking
That he could be a psychopath

That was in 2012.

It is 2014
And you should be studying for your bleeding test
But you are procastinating
And making poems out of memories