Why do I always run
From the first hint of interest
Shown by the one I'm fond of?
Maybe it's the way my heart wrenches with glee
Knowing that the possibility yet remains
Of becoming theirs.
That my antics have yet to ruin the idea
Of something so hauntingly beautiful, that-
No; FUCK that!
So I invite her to chief atop the shingles
She- aloof as me, to why we are here.
Our eyes catch; transfixed,
Both too stubborn to unhinge
Or, maybe,
We are the bold ones, always left looking after cowardly eyes,
Just recently turned away.
In this moment, we understand the rarity
And a fire smolders deep inside
But as quickly as it comes-
It dissipates…
I exhale a slow plume into star-riddled sky, wondering if
Maybe it's just me, but I'm thinking I should try
Because, really, why shouldn't I?


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