You are my goosebumps coming to life,

The hair on the back of my neck that stands on end.

You are the lump in my throat,

The tightness in my chest and the butterflies in my stomach.

You are my chapped lips,

My nervous stutter.

You are the rest of this half empty glass;

You are everything that terrifies me about love.


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