Quietly, without invitation.
And suddenly you find him under your skin.
And he makes you itch with anticipation and wondering.
The rules hammer through your thoughts.
Even though he might be someone you really want to know.
Don’t pursue.
Don’t scratch.
Maybe he will find someone else to creep to.
Maybe this flicker will blow itself out.
Maybe you are just a Saturday night.
(Two maybes too many.)
Maybe he’s a creep.
Nice one.
ReplyDeleteIf it's any consolation, apparently his standard first-date face-off used to include the following: 'I'm going to be seeing other girls while we're together. Is that a problem for you?'