what if i told you. that i wanted a hug with your
arms that i like hearing your voice that i wait for
you pass me your drink before you walk away
and whisper take sips if you want and i sip just to
appease the god of crushes. if i admitted i hope
you believe me beautiful but your fascination
with my mind is quite enough or that when you
stand next to me i want to slouch only to be
enveloped within your frame.
what if i tried to kiss you. would you pull away.
or would your old football hands settle on my hips
and keep me right there. against you.
what if i told you i’m bad with articulation but
i’m an emperor of words and that i can share
what i am thinking but it’ll probably look like this,
times new roman in eleven-point font with no
capital letters and some intricate roundabout way
of saying what i really want to say which in this
case, in your case, is please look at me and do
not stop.
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