do you realize the effect you can have on me?
because i don't think you do
i don't need intoxication with a stare from you
and my cheeks go red with the knowledge that
a pat on the back
could keep me going for weeks.
at least i've become slightly less desperate
if only for the fear that i'd disappear-
because all i am made of is some old
scraps of comfort and the souls of your
shoes