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deb
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if i didn't have better sense,
i'd call you right now
and blurt it out before "hello"-
my lips unknowingly curl up at the edges
into permagrin,
heart swells into a ripened fruit,
pulse quickens after skipping two beats
when my mind wanders...
i fidget, fingering images on the wall,
jumping inside my skin every time
the phone rings,
frightened into queasy giggles,
phone rings again, oh no, because maybe it's...
and i can... oh, but... not yet...
i'm afraid to page you in case
you call right back, catch me off-guard
and i slip, but i almost don't care if i do,
i'm only scared of the reply (or lack thereof)
but i can't keep hiding it or i'll erupt
and say what i mean, and what then?
but, what if-? and-?
i'm going nuts trying to figure this out-
oh, what am i doing?
::pause::
oh, screw it, i'm just gonna say it-
i love you
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