Dear Christian,

We met that Friday night,
I didn't want to stay out late but there was something about your eyes.
You started the conversation, I couldn't stop myself from throwing caution.
talked about drug mules, wave packet rules and how the bullies always win , soon and I realised I was just a fool.
All physics and figures, and here I was just hoping for chemistry.
Your name was Christian, but you didn't believe,
and I wished I were a nun so I could learn to leave
Burgers at 2am, a prayer in the midnight heat, you turned, I walked.
Just one thing though, I left my heart in your fist bump that night.