you speak to me
and my face flames
up
the curiosity of your
questions
and answers remembered
the side-step dance
between us
and i hate it
hate the way you stay in my mind
the way i can't keep it under wraps
it slips out
now i get egged on with a smile
then we pretend we're strangers
ignore our confession
as if it never happened
but like ghosts that don't really exist
the words between us haunt me
but how my heart jumps
when i see you
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