I'm nervous.
We sit on the couch with our legs intertwined
and you catch me studying your features
because you were nothing more than a stranger last week
But you're still a stranger now
and I want to do anything to change that
so I can justify how comforting I find you
or how easily you opened me up
Anxiety fills me up instead
when I see the the little cracks
tracing along our edges
We want the future
but we've never had a proper foundation to stand on
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