i probably annoy you
or maybe i bore you
but i adore you

i probably got too attached
my feelings probably are not matched
i need to just end things now
i simply cannot

i'd regret not telling you
not giving it a shot
right now i feel you're shutting me out
we have some great moments
but i'm overwhelmed with doubt

maybe i shouldn't fuss
but that letter burdens me
i want you to know, but don't want to discuss

what the letter says inside
but i feel that there's no other way
no place to run or hide

i need to just say it
but i fear i have to wait
december is approaching
then there's thirty seven days.

The moon was full
and I don't want to romanticize the facts,
but there was something about
the sound of distant cars
and the way
the streetlights cast their shadows.
We stood at the corner
where we usually parted ways
and I laughed at your sarcastic remarks about life
because I was full of ideals
and you were always such a pessimist.

I don't know why I was so optimistic
that night.
It felt as though everything
was the way I had hoped it would always be.
You were saying something
about how everything was corrupt
and that the world was going
to hell,
but all I could think about
was the way your face
contorted into different beautiful shapes
as you talked
and how you would glance to the side
when our eyes had held
contact for longer than you could bear.

I didn't know it was coming
because I had only ever fantasized
about such things.
But you stop talking all at once
and instead of glancing
to the side
you moved your eyes closer to mine.
I thought about running,
or turning away
or saying something,
but instead,
I broke eye contact
to glance down at your lips
and you kissed me without
a second thought.