Mar 21, 2009 16:31
I want to kiss you, but you haven't called.
I'm having trouble thinking of anything else.
My hypocrisy tastes like bitter lemonade.
Are we moving too quickly?
Am I scaring you away?
It's good that we've got a time limit.
It's bad that we're not squeezing
as much of Us as possible into it.
So everyone else thinks we're perfect together.
I think maybe I shouldn't have said anything.
They'll ask a million questions.
But that's why I don't plan to speak to them, either.
This long-distance thing will be hell.
So let's not make it official, so I won't miss you.
That's a lie. And my big mouth already ruined it.
I never thought it would be the kissing I'd miss.
But I do, and quite badly.
I wonder what you're thinking of now.
Regretting it, or have you forgotten already?
I think 'tongue wrestling' is my favourite.
But 'pashing' is a close second.
Did I move too quickly?
Have I scared you away?
Do you want more, or are you worried
That this more than you bargained for?
guys,
poem,
anxiety,
lust,
life