Crushing on James Blake

Every time I see him
And every time I leave
He does something simple and strange
To the inside of me
First I’m nervous, super anxious, weirded out
Then I see him and his face relieves all doubt
Then he says something passive aggressive
and I react quickly ’cause I’m quietly obsessive
And he doesn’t seem upset I’ve chosen to walk away
Because that’s what he inferred he wanted to say
Can I trust someone who doesn’t trust that I know him?
Can I love someone who doesn’t love that I’m falling?
The sea of paranoia rushes over me in waves
It tells me that I’m stupid and that I’m getting played
And I pester myself and ponder out loud
and try to understand his groove and then suddenly the sound
He’s texting my phone and I don’t know what made him
send something dumb and cute and just for a second
I couldn’t be more in love if I even tried to
and be by his side seems like the right shit to do
and listen to him rap about the music that he likes
and over again, from the start again, he again, excites
yet every time I see him
And every time I leave
He does something simple and strange
To the inside of me
And I can’t breathe…Shit’s crazy…wonder what it all means…

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