When Cancers Meet, and You're a Cancer.

I caught you looking at me and you were...
Embarassed
But not too much
Not so much that when we locked eyes later you didn't smile at me
Lips peeling back slowly from your not-so-perfect teeth
Don't try to deny it
(It's a British sort of attractive)

We stay away from each other without explaining

Without talking about it too much

Because we can't

It's too hard

It's too real

It's too much

Too much moon energy

Too much polyamory

Too much emotive roller coaster we don't have to discuss to understand about one another.

I know you.

We were born under the very same stars.

I don't have to hold you to know it.