she walks around much
by herself, looks at me sometimes. 
she thinks things are awkward. 
i don't know what she expected. 
i don't know what else to do,
how else to act. 
we make eye contact
and it's like a tractor beam
i have to avoid. 
(because i love it.)

just to say so many things to her
oh, to say things
would be such joy
would be so right. 

she knows it too. 

i wish this were easy
i wish we were near
i wish hearts didn't burn.

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