Could you please?
Not get near me.
Could you please?
Not want to get to know me.
Could you please?
Not try to open me up.
Could you please?
Let me be.
Could you please?
Stop trying.
Could you please?
In general, not want me.
Could you please?
Not lead me on.
Could you please?
Allow me to grow.
Could you please?
Get out of my head.
Could you please?
Not accept me.
Could you please?
Not let me be me.
Could you please?
Not be you.
How could I ask that?
Maybe it's my teenage mind, just leading me on.
Piece, by piece by piece.
Could you please allow me to get to know you better because it seems as if you want me or ya know, want to get to know me better.
My imperfect boyish qualities
and my standoffish ways
my crooked brace-face smile
my acne prone skin
my big feet
my lanky arms
my "nerdish" grades
And you still want to get to know me?