i have been caught collecting coffee spoons
trying to slurp the drips before they dry
while i could spend entire afternoons
drinking in the oceans in your eyes.
i'm known to go out humming battle tunes
prepared for war with no real reason why
but your sweet kisses cancel out all wounds
and in your arms i have no cause to cry.
going through motions of living my life
i play games instead of doing what's real.
i know you know my doubts that love is true.
i want to love but fear to take a dive.
this favor i'm asking might seem surreal:
but would you let me practice loving you?