Crushing
I prefer this playfulness.
The little spots of joy and success.
Far better than assuredness.
With assuredness comes comfort.
From comfort, monotony springs.
This is excitement.
Giddy, like childhood.
I haven’t even met you!
This is good.
I will wait.
We both have it in our blood, yet we yearn for more.
I am a patient thing.
I can hold on.
This stage is beautiful, and frustrating-
Still it shouldn’t be surpassed.
It’s the natural order.
And soon enough I’ll know.
We might know.
But now I cannot make such a leap.
"Take risks!"
The profits preach, but this is a vital time.
The revving up.
The butterflies.
The adrenaline rush.
I live for this.
And soon I will get up gumption to do something more.
It is alright for now; a good place to be in.
Just know I love you- that’s all I’m capable of revealing.
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