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it was good until it wasn't

 
Eyes lowered,
i
couldn't meet yours
to see if the fear mirrored
or if you were
on another wavelength entirely;

(too late now)


too scared to find out,
scared of how natural your
comforting hands felt,
of being vulnerable.



just please,
don't

please
don't say
this was a perfect night,
had a
really nice time,
skip a beat and wait
for reciprocity

cause  the next
shot is a
rear view glance
and trying to
hold it together



don't
tempt fate
say
all you ever wanted
out loud.









it was good until it wasn't.
Written by Micah
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