why could i not speak?
you’re not so unique.
my eyes stayed on the floor.
i make a little suggestion,
before i pop the question.
but i was far too out my face.
i was out my face.
“it’s the first time in ages i’ve actually had the guts to ask,
but i’m feeling particularly confident tonight, if you know what i mean.
but that’s the thing – you don’t know what i mean.
the reason i fancy you in the first place is is the same reason we won’t get on,
you’re just not into it. i mean, you’re cute and you’re innocent
and you’re nice and all that, but you barely even drink.”
no meeting was i granted.
but now the seed’s been planted.
and now you’re in the know.
too steaming too impress.
not a know, not quite a yes.
you ask if that’s okay.
i suppose it’s okay.