I wanna think I like you, but I know it's just the view.
I see what I want to and I don't want to choose.
I love the image of you in my head and it always leaves a heavy tread.
I need you to like what you see, so I front someone you want me to be.
I rehearse every word and response, but I get so choked up it's hardly worth the thoughts.
When you talk to me I get so scared and I love the feeling of being impaired.
It's a comfortable fear and thought it brings tears, I want more as long as I'm torn.
This feeling is terrible, yet my desire for it's unbearable.
I don't know what I'll do when you're gone forever if I never claim your endeavor.
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