infatuated, i'd rather be with you
from the few moments we've known each other
i look into your eyes and melt
my body betrays me as i get closer
i don't know what to do, so i get jittery
i have to keep moving or else my brain will implode
anxious, i want to hold your hand
but instead i compare the size of my hand to yours
a shallow spectacle, my desires show prominence
right and wrong fade into the background
as i lean in for a kiss but you move back
oh no, what have i done?
i get more nervous than before
but i don't let it show
you keep asking me why i'm spacing out
i just tell you that it was from all of the mushrooms i ate when i was fifteen
i don't want you to know how i feel
how i just did friendly fire to myself
how i'd like to have another date with you
how i'd like to have another date after that one
and another
maybe i'm moving too quickly
(to be continued...)
The Society of Aristocratic Baby Eaters
TO ALL FREE MEN AND WOMEN OF OUR SOCIETY we have granted, for us and our heirs, all the liberties written below
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