I fumble a handful of words
and you get the wrong idea
entirely
I'm not one of those flashy types
that caress your ears with lies
and endearments
I'd rather be thought of as clumsy
and maybe a little cute, too,
I guess
But I think you think I'm a bit too much
to bother with or handle or, you know,
something
I guess I'll just ignore this attraction
of mine and keep these thoughts
to myself
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