when i first saw you
the first thought was
"badass"
but
when i first saw your face
it said
"opposite of badass"
i know
your face is telling the truth
you little softy

im usually drawn to blue eyes
but i guess
you broke a lot of my "usuallys" this week
but your eyes
they are the most beautiful brown
i have ever seen
they dont comform to the normal brown eyes
they sparkle when you smile
when you laugh
i love looking at the little crinkles in the corners
when you laugh too hard
at your own joke
i want to look into them all day
your deep
dark
perfect
beautiful
lovely
every wonderful verb in every language
arent enough to describe them

i can usually
read whats inside people
sometimes
sometimes not
but you
i could
you tried to act tough
wearing all black
screamo music blasting in your ears
black bike
dark sunglasses hiding your perfect brown eyes
swearing all the time
leaving things around
but the things you said
i know
you dont mean any harm
in any way
you made sure
i didnt take your words
the wrong way
please
just let me love you
so you dont have to hide anymore
so you can be
you
because
you are so perfect
to me

hes different
from all the boys
i have ever known
a badass vibe to him
with his black bike
and tan muscled arms
it attracted me
like no one else before

i saw him on a- actaully i dont know when i saw him first. probably late on the second or third day. we missed each other the first day. but i know, when i saw him, he stole away my breath. its such a cliche thing, but just this once i can say im not lying. i watched him on his bike. wide shoulders tan. snapback placed perciaously on his head. i spent the next two days staring at him. watching him leave his campsite each time and watching him return each time for reasons unknown by me. then she came, the third night. we went to the playground. i didnt expect anything to come out of it. but he was there. and my brother, oh wonderful brother, was friends with him. my heart welled. i talked to him for hours that night. i went to bed happy; happier than i've been in awhile. i had talked to him. the campground boy. the boy who stole away my breath. the next day, he came to the field right after us. i know why now; he wanted to get away from his family, i understand where hes coming from. unfortunately. but we spent the day together. then we went in the pool. this is the time my heart sank into the middle of the earth and hasnt come back yet. she flirted. and the worst part, he flirted back. my heart sank even more that night. i watched from the sidelines as they messed around with each other. him finding excuses to touch her. her giggling her boy-attracting giggle. ******* giggle. i went to bed that night, heart sank, never coming back. i will probably never see him again, but i can tell i will probably never be able to let him go fully. he was special. my age. different than the boys i know from school. i just know i will never forget his face, i will try not too. he was the last thing i saw as the car left the campground

i watch him as i walk behind him. i can feel an air of confidence coming off of him, partially because he had his head held high and his chest puffed out slightly. i let my eyes travel up and down his perfect body. because, to be honest, he will never ever notice me. im too insignificant for him to even look at me. his legs are perfectly muscled; not too much, not too much fat. my eyes follow the curve of his knee as it disappears into the bottom of shorts. his shorts just barely rest on his hips, i bet if you gave them a light tug they would come crashing down. my eyes travel over the perfect curve of his ****. i smirk, i would love to touch it, just like nemo. next is his perfectly shaped back, i follow the soft curves. the dip of his lower back up to his shoulder blades jutting out. oh how i wish my hands could trace those curves up and down, memorizing every dip and curve and flow. his shoulders flow perfectly into his muscular arms. his biceps are perfection. my eyes continue to travel up his neck to his perfect blonde hair. hes let it grow out, so its long, just how i love. but of course none of this is mine. however, as i continue to try to memorize his every curve with my eyes, he turns his head. he catches me staring and winks.