| I sat on my side of the booth, my eyes closed as I listened to you speak. As I listened to you go on and on about something that you probably never knew I cared nothing for. Oh God. Why am I here? Listening to this idiot ramble about stupid stuff, it's depressing and irritating. I just want to stand up and leave without saying a word. And then I opened my eyes and I saw your face. The corner of your lips and your serious eyes. The way you gestured with your awkward hands. I saw the way that you had this hope so deep in your eyes, and I couldn't help the smile that fell upon my own mouth. Now I remember... I touched the tip of my shoe to your leg and you paused briefly. I liked it here with you. Your stupid unimportant problems were something that, I hate to admit, I craved. I couldn't imagine being anywhere else without you. It's amazing what my eyes can make me feel, what seeing things can make my emotions evolve into. Watching you. They turned into painful tugs of love. Oh you stupid hopeless fool. How can you make me feel this way? All you had to do was smile at me, crooked smile with your nervousness, and you had me clinging to you. Sometimes I don't understand. But just looking at you. You don't realize what your face makes me feel. I'm holding back the urge to climb over the table and kiss you as you look away and lick your lips. Oh God. These stupid eyes of mine. They'll get me into trouble someday. The End |
| My Eyes |