Dirty blonde hair

Walking through
the never ending hallway
with my buddy by my side.

You, the biggest player
the human history has ever known,
wolf-whistled.

And yes, it was true,
you were looking at us,
walking to us,
with a confident look in your eyes.

‘Go,’ I tried to say
in a firm voice,
but it came out small.
You affected me way more
than I wanted to admit.
‘You’re no good for her.’

I stared in your eyes,
trying to not get lost
in the maze of your soul.

‘Who said I was whistling to her?’
you said in a low voice,
so only I could hear.

And then you grabbed
the dirty blonde strings of my hair
and smashed your lips onto mine
for the whole world to see.