does she know:
what makes you hesitate to the point where you're not quite sure how to handle yourself at times?
what gets you going?
what makes you laugh?
what catches you off guard?
what hurts you?
how important you are to me?
the amount of time and feelings i've invested in you?
how unfair it is that i paved the road for her smooth arrival?
how much she's taking in such a short amount of time?
she should know:
my bluntness makes you pause
i get your pulse racing
my terrible jokes have no comparison
my need for you still surprises you
there are too many things you won't speak of
a single line isn't enough to describe your importance
i've spent more time than i dare to admit making sure you never forget that this piece of myself is for you
it's so fucking unfair
she's taking more than she knows
