if i could just
find the trick
to remembering
that i was right
               all along
for a change

once again
that simple question
pops up again
do you really mean?
with constant compliments
and previews of puppy love
do you really mean it?
maybe paranoid
maybe scared of what happiness
you could bring me
the question quietly
snakes it's way into my mind
do you really mean it?

im fairly certain now
so close to the truth
though doubt still lingers
in the back of my head

nearly grasping
almost touching
barely a distance
to be crossed
yet still
i pull back
afraid
i might be right

It'll be different this time* , I think
Spit up toothpaste in the sink.
But I know this brink.
Maybe I'll actually make conversation
But every time my mind takes a vacation!
An overwhelming infatuation.
The silence used to be so pure
One dab later its all a blur,
Feelings mull and my speech will stir.
My temperatures rising; hes so enticing,
Those lips, inviting.
Our energies coinciding.
Its endless now,
We're on the couch,
Where there's no such thing as screaming ouch.
Then there's endless heat,
Neither miss a beat.
*But is it trick, or sticky treat?