I remember your eyes,
How they sparkled when I made a joke,
How they crinkled around the edges when you laughed.

I remember your laugh,
How happy it made me,
How you'd slowly stop laughing then abruptly start laughing again.

I remember your hands,
How they molded with mine perfectly,
How you'd wring them together when you were nervous.

I remember you,
I hope you remember me.

the anticipation is ridiculous
I don’t even know why I’m anxious
I want to see you so bad
hug you and touch you

is it okay to hug you?
is it alright to touch you?
do I need to hide my smiles?
I don’t know how to act around you

the last time we saw each other in person
we hugged and you kissed me
we both know it’s nothing
but hearing you say it

over
and
over

do you really dislike me?
do you really have regrets?
its okay if you do
but we don’t have to talk about it

again
and
again

I’ll admit
I’m nervous
how will we act?
how will you act?

ugh I am so nervous
about seeing you
standing right in front of me
smiling like you do

I have nothing to offer you
The boy who has seen it all
They are all prettier, heels high
Bullet in chamber, want a piece of you
drives me nuts
So I turn, tuck my fear, on my heels for the run.

He had a silver spoon, then built an empire of gold
They whisper, they try to be the diamond
On your lapel. hurting my eyes
A clown in my best dress, I panick
An amateur to a critic, something too beautiful to touch

I have nothing to offer you, maybe I can cook
In your shirt, omakase on counter.
Maybe I can purr and sunbathe, wink and
dance in the streets, holding you in the crowd.
Wear a collar and paint my nails red on the lawn
I have a temper, I can be tamed too
If only you could see,but I bet you have seen all this before
I have
nothing to offer you at all

I wiped my tear off, they all looked at me with disgust
My lips were crimson, theirs drip blood
I should have known it was vain
Impressing the boy who has seen it all
Playing with fire, sinning with no return.

"I am very nice, don't be scared."

I turn around. You wipe my tears off. They gasp.
Maybe tomorrow you will stay, or you will be gone.
I reached for the light, one night, even one.
I want to belong to.
The boy who has seen it all.

I'm predictable in my unpredictability
I am so nervous and excited all at once
I can feel the weight of veracity 
in these fingers dancing over the keys
patiently transcribing forgotten melodies...