50%
I always stand nervous
at either side of your door.
I try to guess whether you will look where i am
or whether you won’t.
And if you dont
then I won.
I guessed where you were going to look
for me
and I put myself on the opposing side
so that then you look the other way
and then I see your defeated smile
that is equally as enchanting
and luckily also mine.
I stand nervous at this 50% chance
but really, I’m lying
I stand nervous at your approach
at the fact that I’m seeing you again
even after dating you for basically a year and a half.
I stand on this silly little game
not just to see your smile
but also to have even half a second more
to prepare my mind
for this alluring presence of yours
that it won’t ever get used to
even if I’m lucky to love you
until the day Im way past old.
