Sometimes your eyes stay fixed on me for a beat too long
and it makes me wonder where your mind is
because with the seed of possibility I find myself watching the way your lips move more closely.
I think I've been blind for a long time,
but maybe you're partially to blame
with the way a smirk is always covering your face
and how you're an asshole most of the time,
still I can't find it in myself to mind
because your eyes gleam with mischief and your smirk shifts to a smile when I counter you.
I see it sometimes when you walk up to me and start rambling about something that you thought I might find funny
and when you flush when I look to you and am smiling
and I wish I could be sure that's what these things mean
because selfishly I hope that I always evade your thoughts this way.
I wonder if you know I'm spending my night writing a poem about you
or that I think I might want you
because I've just realized it myself.
YOU ARE READING
Pondering
PoetryI write because emotion spills out of me. This is a collection of my poems and other writing. "My words are tiny pieces of me, each one specially woven just for you. And I will give, and give, and give, and give, until I am nothing and I become your...
