You know I’m not asking you to tuck stray
locks of hair behind my ear, while speaking
Gently of things that leave me keen,again,
I suppress my inclinations to leap,
and fall into illogical conclusions.

But to recoil would deflect cosy arms,
To respond would drain all my self control,
But you’re so deft in your hinting, or I’m,
Deluded to match your actions with
my motives and marvel at how it all fits..

Weighed the odds, calculated, much like
You, bled like cuts from inconsistencies,
Weren’t the answers I expected, or want:
That your charm is just a calming front for
Any fool you meet, not mine to stake my cliam…

I might ask, why you soften words with me,
Why your hands wander to where I’m not cold,
You’re so willing to caddy when I can
carry my own, you always call, just to
ask about my day. But I know the answers.

I am not a nerd for the fashion sense,
I guess you feel sorry for me in My
Social inhibitions- You are the Jock
That looks out for losers,-I am the girl
Who needs a friend to you, you’re so very wrong.

So this note, tells all, needing no response,
Talking personally,seeing your face,
would be too much, I’d ask too much of you.
Do these little gestures mean you like me?
Because, I’m not sure… If I’m allowed to like you…

Written By RauCous