What is this fancy little dance we’re doing?
Speed up. No! Slow down.
Now speed up again.
Elfishly playing emotional ping pong
Like two gangly teenagers caught in a game.
I feel like I should be passing notes in
Homeroom, subtle hints dressed in disguise,
Or having a friend tell a friend tell a friend
Til I hear that you told someone
You feel the same.
We should just silence this foolish fandango,
Accept confrontation, stand face to face.
We’re wasting time dancing round in a circle,
Time we could better spend lost in embrace.
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