I don’t know you like that, and it might be better that way…

I can’t recall the sound of your voice from our last brief encounter – cause we barely spoke to each other, or looked at one another, but – I imagine it sweet – and soft – and warm – just like a brownie right off the oven

I feel so silly when I see you… Can’t stop smiling like a 15 year old… Inside 

I want to put my hand on my face to hide my blushing cheeks, and my dilating pupils

But I just stand *calm and collected* cause I want you to think I’m sexy.

I cannot say your name out loud without a giggle, so I keep quiet… and when someone mentions it, my blood pressure rises…

When I scroll down my timeline and you appear, I slow down – and sometimes even scroll right back up – and pause for a sec – just because…

I wonder if you would like me; and I wonder if I would like your personality. 

Life is wild man; well what’s happening inside is definitely… Wishing one day you’ll experience how fuzzy things can be. Hoping you’ll like it and make yourself at home…

For now tho, all I can do is close my eyes, and picture your skin real tight next to mine.


©️ Daphne Mia Essiet, 2016

Published by French Girl In Brooklyn

A blog about #ME: The Self-declared Woman of a Rich Ethnical and Cultural Background moving through life with a very unique lense - #WRECB

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