I'M Losing Words Like Ballpointpens Poem by Maxwell Searcy

I stood in front of my bathroom mirror.
The cutest smile–
no scratch that–
smirk–
no scratch that–
half-smile–
no scratch that–
grin. Grin. Yeah.
Grin.

The cutest grin was on my face.

I said in a whisper
“Hey, um… hey—
do you wanna be my girlfrien–“

And the word got caught on my tongue and tripped over those things in the front of my mouth. You know those things. The things that in your mouth are covered with braces… yeah, those.

Girlfrien–
Will you be my girlfrien–?
I realized suddenly and to my great despairing horror that I had no effing idea what that word meant.
So, I looked it up in the big blue dictionary on the living room butler table and I pulled a second grade:

I stood in front of my bathroom mirror.
The cutest grin was on my face.
I said in a whisper
“Hey, um… hey–
do you wanna be my frequent or regular female companion in a romantic or sexual relationship? ”

But… that sounds dumb as hell…

So, I walked up to you in a dream,
and I lost my train of thought along with my nerves and fears of rejection and that ballpoint pen I had in chemistry class two weeks ago and let Patrick borrow, but I could swear he gave back… and my breath…
and I said,
“Hey, do you wanna hang out more often, especially outside of school, and kiss sometimes? ”

and what do you think
you said?