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when i was asked to think about you
It was like the first time we had ever spoken,
how your mouth was just spitting words into mine
and I was responding with the utmost care
trying to make myself seem presentable to you,
even though I knew in the back of my mind that
I wouldn’t ever have a chance with you,
but I couldn’t let myself believe that because that
would have meant that all fairytales are liars and dreams don’t really come true.
It was like the first time I saw your smile,
how the ends of your lips curve slightly more upwards on the left side,
how your mouth is the texture of the seeds I blow off a dandelion
when I wish to feel them upon mine,
how I would do anything in my ability to be the reason
for that smile happening again.
I had to think about the way that your hair looks,
how it would feel sinking in between the gaps and cracks
of my fingers when they aren’t intertwined with yours,
how it would smell if I were to hold you close to my chest
while we drifted off to sleep in the silence that is no longer awkward
but longed for.
I had to think of your voice,
how it cracks slightly when I say something that goes a little too far
but is still reasonable to make you smile again on the other end of the line,
how it changes pitch when mine goes a bit higher
and you make me feel like a child all over again,
how the words seem to roll off your tongue with ease
and I’m jealous of the way that you can talk to me
without fear of saying the wrong thing because
every sentence I speak is tailored with care so
that I don’t ruin what we have.
I had to think about your laugh and
how it’s my favorite sound in the world,
how I wish I could make a mixtape out of it
just so that I’d never have to spend a day without hearing its sound,
how I try with every molecule in my body to make you chuckle
so that I can sleep knowing that I’ve done something right with my life.
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