my first wintertime the moon decided to turn strawberry, i
walk windy roads in forever hopes of seeing you in unlikely alleyways and starting that
cherry-flavoured conversation
i brew up in my head.
i wish i would be witty just enough to make you laugh and
just enough to make you see me as much as i was seeing you
everywhere.
all of my chai latte-induced bravado last wednesday morning was my all.
i think you're the coolest, having me dying to want to listen to you talk,
wanting to know you, and maybe have your smiles all to myself, after all.
no pedestal though, all in good spirit to follow
where my bravado can take us before we
take our turns to say if it's a place to be.
