Your eyelashes are so long. They devilishly wink in my direction.
I wish I were immune to the blueness of your eyes.
What is this filling my chest? You are not mine to look after.
"When a girl feels so alone what a tease to throw her a bone."
I cannot stop thinking about you. I am like the Grinch when his heart grew so big.
I cannot even write properly because I feel foolish, sheepish really.
You changed my friend's flat tire without batting an eye. I watched as you moved forward and back trying to break the lugs loose. The muscles contracted under your clothes and you skinned your knuckle on the concrete. I cannot do this.
I want to hold on to you like a stone I found somewhere special. Put you in my pocket and take you out to look more closely when no one is around. I would cradle you in my palms and bring you close to my nose and breathe deeply. I would place the tip of my tongue on the roughness of your skin.
You asked, "What do you want for Christmas....I answered,
"What I want for Christmas would be way too much to ask."
I am not yours to look after.
"Wait.....Wait.....Wait it Out."
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