i wish you would
tell me the words
you're thinking
i know you think
a lot
sharing is the hardest when you're scared
you seem different than me
but i like that
i like to be curious
i don't have the words
always
but i can feel them
in the kitchen with my mom
eating cake together
you laugh so sincerely
and your face is red
but i wonder if
i can tell you
about my heart
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