“if i write about my ‘feelings’ for him, do u think they will die?” editor: “nah”

I cannot wait to see you
keep thinking about what you’ll say
what I’ll say
been hoping you’d stop dancing
around
what we could be
yes
to what you want
I picture us
us here
us there
lighting
blowing
your candle
my flame
and suddenly I am scared
of what we may not be
you’re like success
like happiness
to me
Here
Gone
Here and
Gone
but stay
or kill me dead
my flame
like before prom
before wedding
unease
I’ll close you like a book
if you’re feet continue to dance
around this beat
unparallel and hot
praying this goes away
sign sending to the universe
in secret
wanting you to stay.