are you just
an extrovert

or do you

try to get
my attention?

how is it
that you
just don't see
what i feel
for you?

here i am
writing
about love
although
i am just a child.

and what
can a child
possibly know
about love?

you just pulled
me onto this bench
and
made me dance
with you

and with time
and lack of space
we got closer


we got so close
that i had to
hold you
by the waist
so you wouldn't
fall off

her green eyes
and
her wide smile
are
chasing me

your green eyes
met
my brown eyes

and whilst you
never broke
the eye contact
i did

but i
was always
the first
to look again

i want to know
all the thoughts
that rob your sleep
when you go to bed

i want to know
what you wish
you'd done better
in the past

i want to know
what you see
when you think
about your future

i want to know
all the fears
that lame you

i want to know
what makes you human

Maybe this something is in the way he makes you feel.
Maybe it’s the way he makes you feel part of his friends.
Like he really likes you.
Maybe it’s the way he makes you feel understood.

Maybe this something is his character.
Maybe it’s his diversity.
Maybe it’s the fact that he’s weird in a lovely way.
Maybe it’s the way he is caring and ready to help.
Maybe it’s the way he’s always in a good mood.
Maybe it’s the way his good mood is contagious.

Maybe this something is the fact that he’s just himself.
Maybe it’s the way he never pretends to be someone he isn’t.

I don’t know what is.
But there’s something about him.

did my brain
trick me
or
did your eyes
find me
the moment
i entered the room?

There’s something about him.
I don’t know what it is, but there’s something.

Maybe this something is his look. His appearance.
He’s like the boy next door. With shaggy hair and hazel eyes.
Maybe it’s his smile. His laugh.

Maybe this something is in the way he moves
or in the way he talks.
Maybe it’s how he keeps eye contact whilst talking to you.
Maybe it’s the way he moves his hand trough his hair.

Maybe this something is the fact that he can be a real gentleman.
But maybe it’s the fact that in heart, he’s still a kid.

a stormy wind
howls
in the night

but it doesn't
bother me

because now
it kinda feels
like the world
shares
the storm
that weathers
inside of me

what are
two drunken
laughing and
making nonsense
whilst
wearing sneakers
and walking
in the snow
around a lake
without
the lamps shining
and cold wind howling?

well,
definitely not
a good idea

but did
this night
make great memories?

definitely

focusing
on life lessons
lets you grow.
focusing
on mistakes
holds you back.