death, i long for you

death,
love me.

first time I saw you was in class. i looked at you from the other side of the room, hoping our eyes will meet. guess you didn’t notice.
second time we bumped into each other in the street. you asked what’s up. i was too overwhelmed to answer.
STUPID! STUPID! i later said to myself.
third time i went to your house and rang the bell. i heard your footsteps and fled. i wasn’t ready.

i often like to think that when you opened the door you caught a glimpse of me with one leg in the woods.
death,
i’m so so scared to ask you out. will you ask me? i promise i will say yes.

death,
i’m scared.

death,
pick me up at eight?