I Like (the Idea of) You

I only admire you from afar

Wondering what I’d feel like in your arms

I repeat your smile in my mind

Pretend you were smiling at me


Are you dropping these clues just for me?

You mention the number nineteen

Of course, you know that’s my age

Really, who do I need to persuade?


I find your address and park behind the trees

Car running quieter than my heartbeat

Leave, slam the door and run through the rain

Please, don’t damper the flame


Rose thorns prickle my fingers

Blood rushes, heart swells bigger

Trainers kick puddles too loud

You hear, then you turn around


Give you my hand, but petals fall

You look just like a perfect doll

Still stiff, wide-eyed, mouth so silent

‘Til you open words of violence


My veins tighten, skin on fire

Hand clenches thorns, still tighter

Scrape the thorns against both your eyes

The voice that I once craved now cries


Rain stalks my bad luck to my car

My least successful date so far

Leaving without my movie kiss

Time to burn your name off the list

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