you seem to have me stuck.
.
how is it that with you, I feel so comfortable and I don't need to worry about being truthful all of the time.
but, I feel the need to be perfect for you.
how is it that with you, that I want to throw my arms around your neck and pull you in close.
but, I smile and nod.
how is it that with you, I know that we are ready for things between us to be more serious.
but, we remain at this stage of polite exchanges and kind gestures.
.
I know that you want to take things to the next level.
I want to take things to the next level also.
instead, I just sit here, waiting, waiting, waiting.
waiting for you to make a move.
I'm not sure how much longer I can wait.
.
you seem to have me stuck.