yearning (for robin)

I’m contemplating sleeping on my couch tonight, and imagining it is yours.
It’s midnight and my stomach hurts and I’m sure it's just hunger,
but I want more than food.

I feel like a dog waiting for you to get home from school.
Sit and I’ll sit, sleep and I’ll sleep.
I’ll take my cues from you. I’ll take them too well.

I’m obvious with everything. 
I’m an open book, and I know you can read.
You know I have feelings. I’ve told you I have feelings.
My god, you’re messing with them.

Yes, I want to date you.
I want to take you on every date to ever exist, ever.
I want to crash my fucking car because I was holding your hand.
God, you have such pretty hands.
I want to be your girlfriend. Your girlfriend!!! What a concept.
But I don’t want any of that like this.

In the meantime:
I’ll wrap an arm around my waist and pretend it's your arm.
I’ll buy myself flowers and pretend they’re from you.
I’ll kiss a 5’11 stranger, with short curls and long limbs.
And tonight, 
I’ll sleep on my couch
and imagine it’s yours.