us, a book left unwritten
words left unsaid by your lips
wanting your arms on my hips
words my ears hoped to hear
my brain left unclear
words my heart ached to feel
i wanted an us to be real
four simple words
"i want you, too"
four simple words your mouth will never form
"i want you, too"
four simple words you'll never conform
"i want you"
three simple words i'll never say to you
— e. gould
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