20 minutes
i slammed your room door
on my middle finger.
it hurt like hell
but your hug made it better.
i chewed on my bottom lip,
unsure of whether or not
you'd want to kiss me.
i left you waiting
for 20 minutes
before i answered your text.
i just didn't know what to say.
i slipped my hand into yours.
it felt right.
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