On Valentines Day my girlfriend grabbed my hand to ask, “Baby,
do you really want me?” I grabbed her then and kissed
harder than I felt. Because things were starting to get hard
and I knew I was part of it.
As I turned 20 in your corner, you grabbed my hand to ask, “Bunny,
do you still think this is your fault?” because I was about to sob.
Things were hard, and I still knew I was part of it.
I backed away, but you caught me and said, “Happy birthday.”
On Valentines night, my girlfriend grabbed my hand, placed it on her leg
and I began to panic. I didn’t want her physically,
but for how she made me laugh. I shivered,
and she held me as I kept myself at bay.
I hadn’t told you it was my birthday. You grabbed my other hand, said, “Bunny,
I’m here.” then kissed me hard as you felt.
You kissed me silly, until I was flush out of breath;
my panting made you laugh. You put your hand on my chest, and it was heavy.
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