I was almost yours.
But I don't know why
I flinch when I look
Long at you.
I don't know why can't
I loosen up myself
Around you.
I almost called you
My moon on our
First date.
Almost drowned in
Your sensuous eyes.
But couldn't face
You outright.
The songs I couldn't
Send you late at
Night. The naughty
Memes that stay
Unsent with your
Name written all over
Them-
The urge to stand
Close to you and
Unintentionally touch-
But my deliberate attempts
To maintain a distance-
You're too much you
Know.
It's like I'm always
Scrutinizing myself in
Your presence.
Like I'm standing
In front of a mirror and
You read my intentions
Beforehand.
I wish I could just
Go away. I wish I could
Find a home that's
Less complicated.
But the standards you've
Set are so high-
Every other hospitality
Is gonna feel like
There's something
That it lacks.
This fog of silence
Between us.
The unsure air edging
Us towards an uncertain
Fate.
I'm sure I'm gonna
Drunk call you soon.
Just don't tell me
You saw it coming.
I don't want you to
Read me again.
If you could have
Only stopped treating
Me like a Test-subject
In your poems-
We could actually been
On a voyage to that
Place you poets call
Muse.