I wanted you.
A little bit, and a lot
parts of you at different times
and your whole every now and again.
Sometimes your eyes hidden behind your glares
the lines around their corners as you'd hint a smile
Sometimes your carved nose and the way it holds your face together,
and your glasses up
So our eyes would meet often, but only through that glass, and never truly touch.
Sometimes your lips, and the little that comes out of them
Sometimes the straight teeth and the witty mouth
that speaks of everything
but love.
Sometimes a little bit of you
Sometimes a lot.
I wanted you.
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