on a tango

you make me sick, I want you and i'm hating it, got me lit like a candle stick, get too hot when you touch the tip, I'm feelin it, I gotta get a grip- Pink (you make me sick)
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It's a tango.

I glance to the side, looking at him, watching him interact. Appreciating his ease with people.

I shake my head, I've already been through this-

It's not worth my time.

I stand on tip toes- reaching out straining to clean that farthest edge from me. Cursing my half filipino heritage that's damned me to be short- I feel eyes on my back.

I turn- he's looking.

He smiles, and I avert my eyes.

It's so hard,

sometimes.