I like you more than I'd like to.

I'll take deep breaths and small steps to see this night through.

My thoughts are clouded by what I would do to you.

Sentences meant to get me to repent just push me closer to an affair with the moon.

Every smirk and saunter, an attempt to make you swoon.

Every compliment, your experiment to see if you can free these wings from my cocoon.

Love is not possession.

It is an open expression.

Each confession just a lesson on how to make the most of this blessing.

If I seem shy, it is due to an overwhelming observational eye.

Absorbing and recording the patterns in which these birds fly

through a

cotton

candy

sky. 

Copyright, Kaycee Phillips 2017