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