not to sound weird

i wait for her to ask,

so i can tell her about the poems i write

that never get read,

or the feelings i have

that never get shared.

so i can show her the drawings

that exist, because of her,

or the photos and books i've set aside all these years,

that made me think of her.

so i can let her know about the light

i let burn, throughout each night,

just incase the dreams where she and i are together,

become too real.

so i can tell her how i wait all day,

sometimes until 2, 3, or 4 in the morning,

vigilante and prepared,

just for a call, a message, a kiss.

so i can have an excuse to drive to the airport,

leave my car in LONG TERM PARKING,

buy a one-way ticket,

tip the air hostess for a glass of water,

pay a taxi to step on it,

and show up at her doorstop,

with nothing but devotion, passion,

and a week's worth of clothes.

but at least

so i can tell her

that i love her,

without it sounding weird.

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