I'm on the far end of the car;
Scared of falling in love again.
She must think I'm introverted, but I'm furthest from that.
My nerves chatter my teeth.
Chills run the length of her spine when I reach over to clasp her hand in mine.
I spill my drink on her at a drive-in movie.
She must think I'm introverted, but I'm furthest from that.
Chills run the length of my spine.
She laughed and took it with a grain of salt.
She must think I'm introverted, but I'm furthest from that.
Stop the shyness, she said, flirtatiously hitting my stomach.
She must think I'm introverted, but I swear to God, I'm not.
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoetryBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
