I’m in no position to—
but I will—
tell you
you are the woman of my dreams.
I’m in no position to—
but I might just try—
tell you that I need you.
You make me feel alive.
I’m sick and tired of lying
to myself at night:
I’m not over you.
I’m overthinking tonight.
Would I be crazy to ask for round two?
Rejection wouldn’t just break my heart—
it would leave me blue.
What am I to do?
