My New Playlist Is For You

poetry worthy brown eyes
but there’s no metaphor I haven’t tried
coffee and honey, chocolate and mud
yours are soft like a good glass of wine
blurred and fuzzy and kind

careful what you say to me
I’ve got walls up but they’re crumbling
only got halfway before I saw you wave at me
glad they were never complete

if you hold my hand, help me pull
my heart out from its empty home
it’s lucid and dark sitting idle in park
but it’s beating so hard when you’re close

I’m trying my best to be me
I’m nervous but confident, see?
and you’re so pretty that it’s tough to breathe
catch in my throat, make me weak

look at the time that I’ve spent
I’ve put in the work, come so far
I’m bringing myself to the table again
and I’m hoping that I’m up to par

but you don’t seem like you might judge me
understanding and humble and kind
shortcomings included, we’ve all got a few
but you talk like you’ve made up your mind

I hope I don’t seem so standoffish
I think sometimes I get real quiet
it’s just cause I’m thinking too much
you can tell me to stop
ask me what’s on my mind

it’s you and it’s been you for days
I’m counting out all the ways
I could kiss you at sunset or drive to your house
or take you out on one perfect date

so when we meet up keep in mind
as you’ll be avoiding my eyes
and I’m trying hard not to touch you
I’m wondering if this is it
or just another goodbye