i had said internally i would be
kind
calm
considerate.
i was none of these things
i was angry,
pride took over my pain
and left without sane.
there they were,
your cheeks full of neoprene,
bottom turning in front of me
... again.
you knew i was there,
yet didn't care.
my anger got the better of me,
the place between my shoulder blades,
where the flower grows,
shut tight, pinched off in pain.
i'm not at all proud of my actions,
not at all proud of my response to stimulus.
i sat, after hearing you say "it's just a wave, what's your problem,"
and
"i've watched you punk so many waves"
and fumed... that place in my back black
and you paddled over to the man who's respect i had hoped to earn.
i've seen him many times; he surfs well, is quiet and focused on the waves. not a social event for him.
your gestures i knew, as i watched you vent to him about me, my stupidity (because reacting as i did is and was stupid. like i said, i'm not proud).
and i realized that the reason i was angry was not because you dropped in blatant,
but that i had wanted to be your friend.
and now i don't even like you...
and that flower went from black and stuck to flowing and free,
i felt pride's hold let go of me,
i felt heart soften me
as i turned away, i remembered the only words i've heard him say,
words he said today: "that was a really good wave you caught."