Maybe

i.
We're not really flirting,
I said (whispered),
and you
agreed,
either missing or
ignoring
my sarcasm.
ii.
I wanted to
teach you
what a good kiss
feels like.
Your lips looked like
petals lifted
from a lupine stalk;
your skin felt like
comfort,
warm,
heavy,
different.
iii.
You were right when you said
that love is
too easily confused
with other
emotions.
iv.
So
maybe I'm just
lying.
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