when someone speaks to me, i take in their every feature.

i remember their eyes - warm, cold, colourful, bland - all secretly beautiful in their own ways.

i take note of their noses, of sun kissed freckles scatter across the bridge to their cheeks.

but most of all, i watch their lips, as they speak, as they smile, as they frown.

and people find it strange when they see my eyes focused on their lips, but i'm focussing on the way their words fall from their mouths so fluently.

i'm focussing on their emotions depicted through their muscles.

i'm focussing on what they won't say.