the tension and the terror
a look,
a laugh,
a smile,
a second,
passes by and i regret it,
words just aren't right,
sometimes i just can't explain,
all the ways you devastate,
always on my mind,
and i try but i'm not convincing,
your lips they pout and twist and,
i die trying just to keep myself from kissing you,
you take in everything with a certainty i envy
it's somehow all i need, just keep me guessing.
i may be a punk but this feels familiar.
we learned about games in language today. games are fun.