Come closer—
no, not that careful step,
the one you take
when you're pretending
you don't want to be here.
Come the way your eyes already have.
Because don't lie—
they've been touching me
long before your hands dared to.
And I noticed.
I always notice
the way you look away
when I catch you looking.
It's cute.
Dangerously cute.
Makes me want to pull you back
and say—
"Stay right there…
I like you exactly like this."
You think I'm calm?
No.
I'm just good at hiding
how much I want you.
How much I want to
stand a little too close,
talk a little too softly,
make your heartbeat forget
its usual rhythm.
Because you do that to me.
You ruin my calm
with just a smile—
and then act innocent
like you didn't just
start a storm in my chest.
And I let you.
I let you win
every time.
But listen—
This isn't just attraction.
If it was,
I wouldn't be here
thinking about how you feel
when you're alone.
I wouldn't care
if you're tired,
or silent,
or breaking quietly.
But I do.
That's the dangerous part.
I don't just want your touch—
I want your truth.
I don't just want your lips—
I want your late-night thoughts.
I want the version of you
that nobody flirts with.
The real one.
And still—
I'll tease you.
Still—
I'll lean in
and whisper things
that make you forget
what you were saying.
Still—
I'll look at you
like I already know
how this ends.
With you
not walking away.
Because once you feel
this kind of love—
bold enough to want you,
gentle enough to respect you—
there's no going back
to something ordinary.
So come closer…
Just a little more.
I promise
I won't break you.
But I might
make you fall.