Eleven AM takes me full circle

Elven AM is a boy
He likes to refuse to shave
And poke sexual jokes at me sometimes too
He says things like you’d still kiss me anyways
And I pout make and make a face.
I’d like to say I love you but sometimes it feels too soon
Because I haven’t hit the diving board just yet
But soon enough
He’s got long hair that drapes in front of his sea green eyes
His sea weed is in the process of entangling me
I don’t really mind so much

Elven AM misses my touch

Which is a good thing too; we never say much of anything over text
Though words do come out of my mouth and his over flowing onto
His broken 
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