Nervousness applies itself in generous coats on the inside of my chest,
Thick and sticky like the collective glances and whispers,
When we walk down the hallway hand in hand
Somehow though,
I do not seem to mind too much.
I just squeeze your hand a little tighter,
Bring you in a little closer,
Tell you how much I want you when no one's around
The awkwardness of you and I is something I love,
Its what makes us different from the others we know.
Anxiety has its hold on you, but we are tied to the same panicked post my love,
We are shy kisses and knowing laughs,
We are superheros and galactic war,
We are splattered blood and sharp knives,
We are jokes and smiles and,
"Is this your girlfriend?"
"Yeah."
And the big stupid grin that it is accompanied by.
