If I kissed you

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Would you step back if I kissed you?

If I came by tomorrow and pressed my lips against yours, be it for a
second?

Would you hate me?
Would you kiss me back?
What about the aftermath?

Am I willing to put it all at risk for a simple kiss?

I don't know if I should kiss you.

It feels like my entire body is hypnotized. You make me feel like mush.

I wonder if you notice me?
How I can't breathe?
The beating of my heart?
Can't you see what you do to me?

I want to kiss you. 

I don't even want to kiss you anymore. I have to.

All my cells, all my nerves, all the damn universe; they are screaming,
yelling at me to do it.

I waited for too long.

It feels like if I don't I'll explode. I don't know if you feel it too,
and honestly it's fine if you don't, I can take it.

I have to kiss you.

But I don't think I can take never kissing you and spending the rest of
my life wondering how it would have felt.

Because I know I will.

So, yes.

Whatever it takes, whatever it brings.

I'll kiss you.

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