I want someone who wants me for:
My eyes
The way they light up when I talk about music
And movies
And the person I love
And when I'm excited
My lips
When I'm talking too fast and nothing can stop me
When I'm singing horribly
Or singing very well
When I make stupid faces
When I smile
And when I frown
My hair
When I haven't showered in days
When I took hours to make it just right
When I'm too lazy to brush it
When it's up in a bun
When it flips around when I get really excited
When I'm running and it sways with every step
My hands
When I'm signing something that you'll never understand no matter how many times I tell you what it means
When I'm writing and they're flying across the paper
When I'm texting too fast or too slow
When I'm tracing stupid little shapes on your arm or leg or stomach because I just want to feel you
When I'm cold and they're balled up in little fists
When I'm holding on to you because I'm scared or nervous or tired
When I'm hold your hand
When I'm playing with your hair
My legs
When I shave them
And when I don't
When they're intertwined in yours
When they're wrapped around you
Or draped over your lap
When I'm running
When I'm hiking
I just want someone who wants me for the stupid little thing I do without realizing
And everything I do to try to impress them
And everything in between.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC
I want someone who wants me for:
My eyes
The way they light up when I talk about music
And movies
And the person I love
And when I'm excited
My lips
When I'm talking too fast and nothing can stop me
When I'm singing horribly
Or singing very well
When I make stupid faces
When I smile
And when I frown
My hair
When I haven't showered in days
When I took hours to make it just right
When I'm too lazy to brush it
When it's up in a bun
When it flips around when I get really excited
When I'm running and it sways with every step
My hands
When I'm signing something that you'll never understand no matter how many times I tell you what it means
When I'm writing and they're flying across the paper
When I'm texting too fast or too slow
When I'm tracing stupid little shapes on your arm or leg or stomach because I just want to feel you
When I'm cold and they're balled up in little fists
When I'm holding on to you because I'm scared or nervous or tired
When I'm hold your hand
When I'm playing with your hair
My legs
When I shave them
And when I don't
When they're intertwined in yours
When they're wrapped around you
Or draped over your lap
When I'm running
When I'm hiking
I just want someone who wants me for the stupid little thing I do without realizing
And everything I do to try to impress them
And everything in between.
