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 when you look the other way,
I see your defeated smile
that is as enchanting
as it is luckily 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 I won’t ever get used to
even if I’m lucky to love you
until the day Im way past old.
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