You're a midnight texter,
I'm a conversation starter,
I never will ever stop talking,
As the silence scares me,
But not as much as it does to you,
Not as much as it does to the way your hands,
Shudder,
Whilst talking,
Am I that intimidating?

You tried avoiding eye contact,
Knowing that I'm amused,
Watching your words tremble,
Maybe you didn't notice,
Me,
Staring,
As if I'm like one of those,
Warning ads,
On your cigarette packaging,
That you don't even bother,
To take a glance at.

Hands,
Your hands fascinate me,
Maybe,
It's because you're not used to girls,
Being too fussy,
Too loud,
Too meticulous.

The second time we talked,
I realized that,
I was the only one,
Who's practically speaking,
I yelled at you,
In the fast food restaurant,
Apparently making fun of myself,
It's not that I'm acting dumb,
I'm acting clueless.

I know you well,
Not too well though,
Perhaps,
It's from my acquaintance,
They are acquainted,
Of your existence,
Well,
I do too.

Maybe it's because of your hair,
How it reminds me a lot of Amber,
Nor the depth of the ocean,
Or maybe it's because of your glasses,
Or the way you wear your trousers,
Above your ankles,
That the picture of it,
Makes me wonder if that is how,
You're going to dress,
If Coachella was a candle light dinner,
And they recall a nostalgic vibe from the 60s,
Though I wasn't even exist at that time.

You're soft,
A soft sinner people find you manipulative,
I find you an oncoming danger,
An expected wave,
Come running from the other side of,
"I could've loved you.",
To a new shore of,
"I've loved you.",
But the weight of the world,
Pulls you away from being loved,
So you figured how to love yourself,
By drowning each and every piece of you,
In the middle of,
"I won't fall in love again.',
But that's preposterous,
You did fall in love,
Again and again and again,
Each time you decided not to.

Remember,
That one night,
Your thumbs became tap dancers,
Tapping onto the keys,
Followed by a soft tempo,

You said,
"I love you,
If you don't feel the same way,
Please assume,
That this was for your poem."

So,
If you were to read this one day,
Here's a disclaimer,
I didn't write this poem for you,
I wrote this poem about you.