because it's like every time we're
in the same room, i can't
pull my eyes away from the curve
of your ears or the lines of your
knees or the way your veins are
permanently risen off the
back of your hands, like you're
always gripping something,
you just don't know what
(it's overwhelming, knowing how
conveniently my hands would
fit into yours, so that you'd finally have
something to hold on to)
true story, yo. because every time i looked at him tonight it was like i couldn't breathe. the way he knits his eyebrows together when he concentrates and his mouth would move with words you could tell he was itching to say. and his hands. i swear, it's like they're dying to be held. wow, i forgot how creepy infatuation can make a person.