It may be hard to love unrequited

To not touch you in the way I’d like to

It may be

Window dweller

I

Wait for the moving

Light between

Curtain blinds

Only to

oi girl, take my number?

Maybe I could

Get to know ya?

Maybe kiss in christmas

It's hard to hear it;

The age in conversation,

The arthritic tones of adult

Your appetite to swallow your words
Swallow your meaning, Swallowing me whole
Is beginning to

Every time we are out
And the nail varnish vodka
Has stripped up of our senses
Touching is more