Loveness

I long to tell stories

Uncomplicated, Gibberish

Would you care to listen?

Or would you confuse my silence with disinterest,

My stillness with boredom?

I am sorry I have no sweet nothings to whisper to you.

Call me unromantic. Full of myself.

Would you still believe me if I said I love you so?

I long to take those journeys

Unfiltered. Uninstagrammed.

Would you care to come along?

Or would it hurt because I smiled my smile at the stranger over coffee

And danced my dance. Rhythmless. Clumsy. Chaotic.

You think I am different.

Indifferent perhaps.

Would you still wrap those arms around me

And yet let me go?