The Girl
I suppose it’s rather simple, really. You-merely you-procure these swarms of emotions from the pit of my stomach that swirl up into my throat and come bursting from my lips in all the mumblings and muses I pass onto you. It may not seem like much, and maybe I’m not very talented at showing it, but my voice and my words and my eyes are trying so very hard to show you what you make me feel.
It’s your eyes. The way they rarely leave mine when I’m talking to you (and my eyes are everywhere but on yours), the way they look up into my face with concentration, focus. The way they skim over my body when I first see you during the day but always come back up. The way they smile when your lips curve upward simultaneously.
It’s your hands. The way they eagerly latch onto mine, the way they hold steadfast onto whatever part of me you’ve got. The way they’re always on me, tapping on my knee or resting on my thigh, even sometimes gently placed on the small of my back. The way they push through my hair as though you could actually control the mess up there.
It’s you. The way your enthusiasm for me is always prevalent, how you are fearless in affection. The way you smile and the way you walk, the way you frown and the way you talk. It’s you.
It’s your eyes. The way they rarely leave mine when I’m talking to you (and my eyes are everywhere but on yours), the way they look up into my face with concentration, focus. The way they skim over my body when I first see you during the day but always come back up. The way they smile when your lips curve upward simultaneously.
It’s your hands. The way they eagerly latch onto mine, the way they hold steadfast onto whatever part of me you’ve got. The way they’re always on me, tapping on my knee or resting on my thigh, even sometimes gently placed on the small of my back. The way they push through my hair as though you could actually control the mess up there.
It’s you. The way your enthusiasm for me is always prevalent, how you are fearless in affection. The way you smile and the way you walk, the way you frown and the way you talk. It’s you.