I was sitting at Gate 83 at LAX this evening
Coming from an investor day in Santa Monica
I was texting a girl I had just matched with on Bumble
Who whom I went on two dates last week
Eating a sloppy double cheeseburger from Carl’s Jr.
For a moment I forgot how much I missed you
And the moment I was feeling okay with myself
I see your contact photo pop up sipping Diet Coke
While we never stopped talking per se
It wasn’t a hard break like it was with your friend
I felt the butterflies again as I read your message
You didn’t write much but it than overwhelming
Here I am, wiping my fingers, speechless
Because nothing I say to you feels right
It never comes off as cool as I want it to be
Because I am not as cool as you
I pretend to be cooler than I am around you
Because you make me want to be cool
The way you carry yourself is so intentional
In a way that I was never intentional about myself
With everyone else, I am am so comfortable
But you bring out a self-conscious side of me
Pushing me to want to be like you
Holding your bright life against my dim soul
shades of gwei 