I Really Want to Talk to You...
I act like I don't notice you,
While watching you out of the corner of my eyes.
I know you're doing the same,
And I really want to talk to you,
But I don't have the guts.
So I make up excuses to be where you are,
Right inside of earshot, close enough to speak,
But I just wait for you
To talk to me first.
Little Crush From the Cat
I sing you sweet songs
Everyday with my meows
I want to talk to you
But I don’t know how
I save you the last drop
Of milk in the bowl
Although it goes unnoticed
I still love your soul
I leave you lavish presents
Strewn around the house
All these things I do for you
You don't see that dead mouse?
I do my best when you pet me
To leave your hand unscarred
I just want to say I love you
Why do you make that so hard?
Courage
Blood rushing
to my brain and cheeks.
How am I
supposed to keep my cool.
Hands going
cold and shaking slightly.
I shove them
into my jacket pockets.
Sort of smile
on my worried face.
Hoping that
they won't see the red.
Thinking through
the words I'd been rehearsing.
When the time
comes I can't recall a thing.
They smile at
their friend's new joke.
My heart starts
to flutter.
Greeting them
becomes my newest battle.
And soon, soon
the chance goes away.
I waited
much too long to go and say hello.
Next time I
will have the courage I'm sure.
(You’re Cute)
"Your artwork is fantastic!"
You have beautiful eyes.
"You wrote that music?? It was so fun!"
I get lost in your smile.
"Tell me about the dream you had last night."
I want to hold you.
"By the way, I watched that show you recommended the other day."
We would be such a good match.
"You're a dork."
My goodness, you are just too cute.
"Do you want to go for a walk in the park?"
Please kiss me.
You'll never know how thankful I was—how lucky and ecstatic—that you saw through my coded messages and found the double meaning hidden underneath. Flirting never made much sense to me. My social skills were, and still are, shit. But relating to people, and finding the wonderful traits in them, is how I managed.
You're incredible, and you deserve to be told so. But you're also super fricken cute. Once I gained the courage and ability to say it, not a day goes past where I don't tell you.
okay, so you love him
he's just a person.
we're all just people.
he brushes his teeth, combs his hair.
he washes his armpits.
he eats, sleeps, urinates, defecates,
has to wipe his butt and
probably kisses his mom goodbye before going to school.
we're all born babies.
we all grow up into these strange and awkward things
and none of us really knows what's going on!
i've had it with pretenders!
and if he rejects you, don't dwell on it:
just think of it like he's a square peg
and just doesn't belong
in your circle.
The gift.
Helia adored Kelly.
Much more than jelly.
And he didn't know
What to do.
Then he came up
With so many ideas.
Maybe, he could perform
A dance.
That would work he didn't
Know how to dance at all.
So, he decided to...
Write her a melody:
Oh, my dearest cutie.
You should know that I
Truly do verily much so
Adore yea.
From your bouncy, wavy,
Long, curly midnight locks
To your gentle so rosy soft
Feet.
I could listen to you speak
For times on end, and when
You sing i believe that Heaven
exists.
You.
I've thought about you every day this week.
And even though I can't ever seem to think clearly when you're around, I've managed to express myself through words.
First I started thinking about that dimple in your left cheek, right next to your nose when you smile. It is solitary and it's made me think of myself. I wish I, too, could live in you.
Then I remembered the way your eyes do that thing when you talk about art, and your favorite things and places. Do not ask me to describe the 'thing' for beautiful things are almost impossible to describe, if you do you're at risk of people hearing the description and mistaking beauty for ordinary things.
Then I thought about how soft and creamy your skin looks and how I wished I could turn myself into a particle, perhaps even a germ, to live forever between those soft palaces of yours.
Oh and your lips, how could one not talk about your lips? So plump and full and red, they could drive a man mad. Any man.
So imagine my pleasure, to walk next to you and feel your curves pressing against me, imagine how lucky of a man I must be.
My muse,
You're all I see.
And how could one not look at you?
For you shine brighter than any other star ever could.