Mushy Rice - Poem by Elsa Bear
what did he just say?
did he just say he loves me?
i almost choke on my muller rice.
it goes all over my chin and my jumper.
does he expect me to say it back?
of course i love him.
why wouldn't i?
but can i say it?
the world stands still,
it's just me, him and this bench.
and my muller rice.
he gives me a look,
a look so full of unexpressed emotions.
he thinks i won't say it,
he thinks i don't love him.
'well thats good cos i love you too'
my mouth full of mushy cold rice.
not quite as romantic as i thought.
but i'm smiling the way i thought i would.
i'm giggling the way i thought i would.
i ache with happiness
because i love you
and you love me
and you don't care that i'm covered in muller rice.
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