Joe Shmoe

I try to read your face like a book.
At first it was short sentences
In English

Nice to meet you.
You want some gum?
Thanks for hanging out with me.

Confusion and hope mixed together
Deadly combination
I tell myself there is no use in liking you
You play for another team(s)
I couldn’t slip on PJ’s without my phone beeping
I try and read your book

I had an amazing time tonight
You looked good
Sleep well

I didn’t have time to read the next few days
Parents are sick
Family is in trouble
No time for sleep
I still received your short sentences

Everything ok?
We should hang out again sometime
I’m always here for you

When its time to party I have you at my side
I drown out fears by looking at your smile
I learn things around you that I’ve never learned before
Dead squirrels are top quality
Not everyone wears all white to their weddings
You make me feel pretty
Keep telling me I’m pretty…
I love when you read to me
Short sentences turning into short stories
I think I’ve heard this story before
Dad is lost
Brother in jeopardy
Mother is a best friend
Read more to me…

I think you’re a great catch
I always have so much fun around you
I can’t wait for tomorrow with you

If it wasn’t from your own mouth I wouldn’t have believed you
Laughing and sharing until 4:30 in the morning
I think I like laying next to you.
Hope and desire mixing together
Deadly combination
Waking up getting ready for you
I was worrying over nothing
Especially when your face showed up at my door step
Awkward moments turning into comfort
Laying in the grass listening to the jazz
Your body heat is warming my skin
You don’t even have to touch me
I know how hot you are.
By the end of the night its getting really easy to read you

You want to watch a movie at your house?
I think we should watch Cruel Intentions
I hope you are having a good time, I know I am.

No choice is given I am sitting next to you
The movie turns on, lights turn off
Your hand on my thigh burns
I haven’t done this in a while
Long story really, I will read it to you sometime.
By the end of the night I don’t even have to hear words
I read your face like a book
The feeling is mutual
Trust and taking down barriers
Deadly combination
I haven’t had time to read
I’m sorry, family calls
Same shit another day
Dad is sick
Mom is crying
You’re short sentences bring my heart peace

How is your day going?
How was the movie?
I will write tomorrow

Looking forward to seeing you
Time is flying by
I don’t see you’ve written.
Im searching but the pages are blank
This isn’t like you
Will you read to me?
Time shows my answer
Still blank
When I ask you to write we are back to short sentences

I’m sorry I haven’t written, I’ve been busy
I can’t go tonight I’m going to see my father
I’ll write later

Your English confuses me
I think it’s really Japanese
No matter what translator I try to use
It never adds up
Do I read left to right?
Or is it right to left?
I keep reading the words over and over again
All the frustration and confusion
Is a deadly combination

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Now when I look at your book all I see is your face
Haunting me, staring at me
Reminding me of your body heat
Your smile
Your once sweet short sentences
I have to close the book now
The hot pools of water dripping down my cheek burn
Patience, hope, trust you will write again to me.
Deadly combination