confessions.

You're too smart for me.

I don't know what to do with the stars in your eyes and
sometimes your hands move too quickly for me to catch up and we dance a vicious dance, a waltz full of fury and i know it's not you, it's me, and i'm sorry, sorry,sorry.
i'm terribly sorry.

In my dreams, i'm someone else. Someone who can make you smile with my clever conversation, someone who can read your quirks of your eyebrows, and the way your lips shift slightly in a different way when you mean  to be kind or when you mean to be cruel and lately i can't tell which end of the spectrum i'm on.

Please don't tell me you love me, your embrace is a cage to me. I'm awkward , tell me where my hands should go, and is it okay if i play with your hair?  tell me how to finesse the lock on your heart, i mean, you say that i already have the key but i don't, where is it? what is it?


tell me : Are you getting sick of me?

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