I\'ll skip the \"Dear\" and \"Hello\".
I want you to look me in the eyes,
and never tell me how much you love me.
I want you to take me on simple dates,
where we can laugh and appreciate,
appreciate some time together in this incredibly short existence.
I want you to see me cry; the good and the bad.
I want you to look up that song you\'ve never heard,
by the band you\'d\'ve never guessed was a thing,
even if your only comment is, \"I might\".
I don\'t want you to yank on my heart strings,
but I\'d choose that over them tearing.
I don\'t want your confessions of love,
but I don\'t want your silence.
I want your embrace,
but remember some days I need space.
There will be times our love will die, soon after it hopefully revives.
I know its not what you signed up for when you said,
\"Would you like to go on a date sometime?\"
but I took it to heart, gitty and blushing
I can\'t describe it, what better thing to say than, \"I\'m crushing.\"
But know I\'ve been here. Right here, before.
When I thought love was an open door.
Someone else ensured tears would fill my cheek\'s pores.
But here I am, again, only slightly sore.