watch my lips:
i’ll busy them so as not
to allow nervous verbiage
to spill past.

playing over the partially drunk
peppermint mocha, entranced
while your eyes slowly read
a lot of painstakingly printed words.

i like to write, i’d explain—
but my tongue is trembling,
and this coffee cup cover
needs to muffle my thoughts.

without my mouth’s distraction,
i’d run a greater risk of super creepin’,
and it’s taking all of me and energy
not to quake a confession right now.

surprise:
didn’t take you as the hugging type,
and this bittersweet embrace
shoots my guard up so high.

so desperate an attempt not to
reveal everything all over again;
as much as i want answers,
there’s so much at stake.

i let go of your soft warmth,
unwilling and unsure of myself,
wondering if you consider me a friend,
or if you’ll ever give us a chance.

two months delay and i’m still looking:
a simple question, a complex definition?
been itching my mind all this time,
and my lips may never let me voice it.