I met a girl today.
She was dressed in plaid and black garb.
She stood there hunched over,
Snarling at all the passer-bys.
I was there being worn by clothes that thought they were better than me.
I almost knew who she was.
I caught her angsty stare.
She flipped me off and SHOUTED, “FUCK YOU!”
She then smiled at me, a villainous smirk.
I knew then exactly who she was.
I ran to embrace her.
She awkwardly received my hug.
And then sank into me.
I then felt a surge:
More rushing than any roller coaster,
More ecstatic than any pathetic drug,
More refreshing than any pure oxygen,
More climatic than any cheap sexual encounter,
More romantic than any lover could ever be.
I am New as my Old self.