So, there's this boy.
And this boy.. This boy is everything I've ever wanted.
His hair, is the color of freshly pulled caramel. And equally as shiny. When he styles it, it's a perfect wave, gently falling back. When he's lazy, it cascades over his face, so beautifully.
His perfectly pink lips turn up at the corners, when he speaks to me. He smiles so widely, it makes his face hurt sometimes.
He has these.. freckles, on his shoulders, that somehow make me swoon.
His eyes.. Oh his eyes. They are a range of blues, and greens, and grays.
When he's laughing, they shine a bright blue. When he's doleful, they turn a soft grey, like the first clouds, before a storm. When he's angry, they burn a dark blue, like the depth of the ocean.
His heart is so soft, his hands are gentle. He's expressive. He's kind, he's funny. He's so sweet.
He knows all of these things. But what he doesn't know, is how much anxiety he causes me. Not in a bad way, just in an unsure way.
He's kind, which worries me that he's my friend out of pity. He's funny, which makes me think I have to be funny. His heart is soft, which makes me think I'm too much for him.
Do you see my dilemma, imaginary other side of this conversation?
Do you understand why I'm so worried?
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Teenage Stupidity.
RandomThis is basically just the place where I vent about life, guys, family, friends. (Mostly stupid guys.) Some poetry, mostly just talking.
