the beekeeper.

games.

I don't know you well enough to predict how you'd react
Or what goes on inside that head of yours
But I know you well enough to see the emotion in just a stare
And figure out what I'm doing right
And wrong.

I guess the thing is, seeing you makes me nauseous
And I don't know what to do
Or to say.
But being able to read off that emotion,
That look,
It helps.
You see, I just get so
Wound up and I don't know where I'm getting at
Until I've made a fool of myself.
So evaluating those eyes leads me to understand when to calm down and
Vice versa.

Please understand,
I'd put it all on hold for you.
I'd stop this,
Stop everything.
It's a feeling I haven't felt all to often
Towards too many people,
Probably not love, but it sure is a start.

You're skilled.
Skilled at so many things you don't even realize,
So much more skilled than I could ever be.
You can come up with game plans in a snap
But I have to think
And overthink
And rethink
And think yet again
And still not be able to come to a decision.

I don't know what game this is
But it's making me nervous
And I'm scared I won't win.