Mr. Right

By Mallika Verghese

 

You swept me off my feet at a fucking Brower party

Because I knew the dance steps to September by Earth, Wind and Fire.

You said you admired my will power to remain sober

Because of a promise I made to my best friend.

You took my hand when we were leaving

Because you wanted to kiss it, and promised we’d meet again.

You looked at the crown-shaped ring on my finger

Because you loved the way it gave me confidence.

You texted me every night

Because you wanted to get into my pants.

You said you’d show me the world

Because I was different than the thirty+ other women.

You did all this,

Because you’re an asshole.

 

 

Mallika’s Bio:

Mallika is a Junior from East Brunswick, New Jersey. She has lived all over the globe, and has had the privilege of studying the behavioral differences and experiences other cultures have to offer. “Mr. Right” is a short, satirical poem about one such encounter she’s had with a student from her university. With this piece, she hopes to raise awareness of the crafty and devious ways romance can be used against you.