The way sunshine looks good on you,

the way words escape your mouth, even if it's just a few,

         The way you touch me,

sometimes causing me blindness,

         It's hard to see,

The way I stammer,

         The way you are harsh,

Like a hammer,

          The way I naturally back into corners,

You are tough,

           I am not strong enough,

You are my opposite,

           yet, you seem familiar to me.

The way I fear talking to you,

           afraid to turn you blue.

The way I am to shy to fully give myself to you,

            In fear of being turned away.

Not taking the right cue.