Cliche

Thoughts of you creep into my head again
Spreading their tentacles through my veins
Pushing blush into my cheeks
And tears into my eyes
And squeezing my heart in a vice until
It chokes
And my blood runs cold.

I see you all the time
Walking in front of me
Blind to my presence
And inside my eyelids when I sleep.
I want to feel your hands on my waist
Three little words falling from your lips
Hearts shining in your eyes

I want to be romance movie cliche with you.
I want to run in slow motion
Have you pick me up like I’m weightless
And twirl me around because seeing me makes you happy.
I want to desperately and passionately kiss you in the rain
With my hair plastered to my head
And my makeup magically unsmudged.

I want to be an airbrushed beauty queen
So when I think about you
My heart sings
Instead of dies.





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