The Meta Poem

I think, for once, I will not write about you.
I think I want to be selfish and keep you all for myself.
The world doesn’t deserve you yet.

The pages of my notebook will not know
About your laughter or the color of your eyes.
My pen could only guess how your hands touch mine.

And when you sit down and make that face when you think,
I won’t write about it. I’ll just stare at you and smile.
I won’t complicate this.

I will not write your name or
How it sounds like the skip in my heartbeat.
No one needs to hear about it. Only you need to know this.

I think, for once, I want to live
In the moments that normally just seep through our lives.
Like the deep breath you take before a kiss.

No one pays attention to moments leading up to a kiss.
But I do, I do. But I will not write about it.
And I will not write about you.

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