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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.
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