So tonight I thought of you,
I thought about the feeling of staring into your eyes, the way they're often staring back at mine.
I thought about the way you wear your smile & how sweet the sound of your laugh sounds.

Somehow you've managed to sneak past the cracks & laid rest in my head.
A place now long closed off & too dark for visitors.
& somehow I couldn't stop smiling,
realising that you were the influence,
giving me reason,
reason to be less afraid.

I guess it's the way you shut off the world as you fixate yourself in the books you read,
the way your body curls up into mine because you don't like it when movie scenes get too intense,
how smooth your hands feel as they trace over my skin, or your soft lips when I press them against mine.

I feel a part of you pouring out of me in all these lines,
I feel you staring at me when I close my eyes.


You've managed to replace my drunken weekends,
reminding me that there was more to life than staring into an empty beer glass.
Thank you.
I'm falling for you,
I wish you knew, but I guess this is why you're reading this.
You often tell me I'm quite,
but here are all my unspoken words for all  the times you caught me staring at you
'cause I sit next to you, rendered speechless,
Wondering where the smooth talker went to.