BeautifulSunsets Poetry

Listen “A.C,”
I LIKE you soo much!  If I could figure out a way to fit you all in my mouth, I would.  Showing affection, let alone that I sincerely care about certain “people”, scares the pants off me.  I have little trouble thinking of myself as your number one fan.

OK!?  I hope we are back to square one!  I will haunt your thoughts if I remove myself from this countertop, I just know it.  But.. you letting me know I’m ahead of the pack is on you.  I hate hearing rumors.  I don’t trust “people.”

How would that come across?  Me looking intently gets me beat.  I stay away from opposition moving the goalposts too.  I can hear sirens and mama’s hollering seeing me look at girls out of my league.  Get it now!?  Make me feel safe, offer me a job, or a chance to see you outside of the office, then maybe we’ll see.

Until then, I’ll keep swinging for the bleachers.  Don’t get mad.  I’m “ready.”  Shi! is scary when I don’t know what more I can do other than outline how to win my heart, how to make me feel secure, how to come out on top and how to get ahold of me.  You CAN text right?  A three ding morse code could even be decoded with ease.  Hold that second one a bit longer.  Tell me you LOOOVE me.  Brush my concerns off my shirt.  Tap me on the shoulder, lock eyes, let me see you purse those thin lips babe.  Make me cave.  Tell me you’ll save me from the heathens that hinder me feeling free.

I will gladly hit pause on the nintendo console and play tetris with you in between the sheets.  Mario and Luigi blasted all over the insides of my pants will teach Peach to stay away from Bowser, hopefully.  When it comes to us, hold my hand.  Tell me you’ll stand up for me kicking dust.  This.  Is.  A.  Must.  Me feeling comfortable enough to raise the roof in the morning doesn’t cross my mind so I can really focus on the tasks at hand.  I’ll pen you a letter saying I want to RSVP, in your pants..

Hogtie me, ma’am.  Don’t let me scram.  Hold my spot in line until the end of time.  Ensure me, when I’m fully ready all I gotta do is call on you on your personal number.
Bye

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