curse lifted

They say that brunette boy with the dancing eyes sitting across the hallway has some lethal charms. Is that all they can say? Charms? He would held your hand and sway you back and forth under that dim light in his rusty-scented garage with the music playing low from the radio. He would wink at you when you look at him during that boring history class. He would talk to you about the movie you both love, over and over again, just as an excuse to talk, so the convo between you two never dies.  He would get kinky sometimes, he would secretly tell you that your underwear is slightly rising up from your low rise Levi’s. He would break into your house some nights from that irreparable window of your dad’s study room, sneak into your room and wake you up so you both can make late night hot chocolates and pancakes with cranberry syrups. One summer he would tell you about his childhood memories and you would tell him how you used to be suicidal. He would bring you swimming in one fall night in your sunny yellow bikini which you know that isn’t going to keep you any warmer from the weather. So the next day you both will wake up as Rudolph the red nose reindeer. But one day you’ll ask for more and he’ll tell you he like it this way instead. At that exact moment, you will realize that it’s not only charm that’s inside him. That boy was a curse.