it was alluring.
your fingertips danced along the wall
as you slowly trekked towards me
you knew exactly what to do
when no one else could seeit was conjuring.
i could've said something snarky
like how it was always your fault
but your red shirt sent my being
to an absolute haltit was daring.
would i have felt your breath
if you took a step closer?
would you have felt mine
if i leaned a bit forward?it was embarrassing.
i didn't even have the breath
to tell you to move over
i never had the confidence
to give you the cold shoulderit was overbearing.
i ducked away
i will always let you win
this time and each one after that
restrain over sin
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gypsophila
Poetrya collection of my thoughts, which are about just everything and anything.