Her smile, it sticks to me, like velcro or burrs.
I find that my knee-jerk desire...is hers.
I'm just clever enough to convince
Myself of her breeze-blown passing interest,
and stubborn enough that playful self-delusion
Slides, avalanches into genuine confusion.
When I land, I can't tell if the signals I saw
Were a drink that she mixed, or my grasping at straws.
I find that my knee-jerk desire...is hers.
I'm just clever enough to convince
Myself of her breeze-blown passing interest,
and stubborn enough that playful self-delusion
Slides, avalanches into genuine confusion.
When I land, I can't tell if the signals I saw
Were a drink that she mixed, or my grasping at straws.
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