I tuck my heart in a pocket full of sighs as you stare at her with your bedroom eyes.
I will try to seduce you with my pen because when my words are written, I do not stutter.
A pregnant pause— between what you cannot acknowledge and what I do not dare ask.
Warrior, here I am waiting for you to accept my heart, an auburn flame.
This is just a small crush. It’s not like I feel like pouncing on you and kissing you senseless.