she never really noticed the small things.
the way someone's eyes would light up
when they talked about their favorite things.
the way the corners of their mouth
would tug up to form a smile.
she always noticed the big things.
the way someone would dress.
the way they would speak.
he always noticed the small things.
how someone masked their feelings.
how they would play with their fingers
whenever they got nervous.
he never really noticed the big things.
they way someone would laugh.
they way they would carry themselves.
she didn't just start to notice how their eyes would light up,
but she also saw when they would grow dark with anger,
and dull with sadness.
she would notice how easy it was for them to tug the corners of their mouth
down instead of up.
he didn't just start to notice how they would laugh,
but how they would throw their head back at the same time.
he noticed how they would create a fake persona,
pleasing whoever was in front of them in that moment.
she noticed the small things all around her.
the leaves falling from the old tree branches.
the flower petals blooming in the sunlight.
the rain drops falling perfectly on the windows.
they were all so beautiful.
effortlessly and wonderfully beautiful.
he noticed the big things around him.
the sun setting, displaying colors across the vast sky.
the birds talking to each other from across the streets.
the sound of waves crashing on the soft sand.
they were all so beautiful.
effortlessly and wonderfully beautiful.
she longed for someone to look at her the same way
she saw the things around her.
the small and the big.
she wanted someone to think she was
effortlessly and wonderfully beautiful.
he longed for someone to look at the same way
he say the things around him.
the big and the small.
he wanted to tell someone
over and over
that they were
effortlessly and wonderfully beautiful.
and he did.
and she was.
YOU ARE READING
from me to you
Poetryto those who have hurt me, loved me, and supported me. short poems about many feelings.
