Its Simple yet highly confusing exciting but equally as petrifying beautiful but as destructive as anything can get. i wonder if he can see these contradictions that make camp behind my eyes.
He makes me question my motives my failure to see my worth my permanent demons my hopes and my fears my inability to trust my constant pervasive mindset and he gives me faith
All that with just one look.
Yet, i don't think he realises what i think when i look at him for those 2 seconds. and when he asks i can't put it into words.
even in that short span of time my mind is trying to come up with excuses for my thoughts and actions towards him. trying to process a feeling ive never felt. That in those two seconds almost everything is quiet.
and the answer is simple
The best things are not meant for definition Not by words, or by metaphors There are simply meant to be felt.