The phlegm in my throat
Keeps me from saying what I desire to say.
“I love you
I want you
I need you
I'll die without you
If I can't have you no one should.”
Thankfully my mouth knows when to
Shut the f~~k up
When my mind would rather keep on talking.
“You're cute
You're nice
You're sweet
You're mine
You're mine and mine only dammit!”
I'm glad my sleight of hand
Has enabled to me
Profess my feelings without
Me having to make a fool in public,
But,
I am the fool in public.
I love someone who's never even met me.