"Sure I can wait, it's just smores"
You know,
it seems like a trap
A familiar one
A beautifully familiar one
One that comes on bright and warm like the spring
With a comparable level of renewal
I can't even look at the screen when she's complimenting me
I just smile and stare at my hands on the keyboard
It'll be hard to wipe that smirk off my face
It's also hard for me not to sabotage myself
I want to ask why
why now
why me
why her
but that's not how these things develop I guess
The beach seems like a fine place for a meeting
Those waves erase the shore and all the footprints on them
I'm just having trouble convincing myself
to jump in
I want to be able to dry off quickly
should conditions suddenly change
so I could act like it didn't happen
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