There is nothing I would change
about the way you fidget
with your hands when they aren't occupied.
I'd rather keep that image
in the box I hid
behind my heart.
That way I wouldn't have to worry
about someone else knowing
how your fingers constantly move.
I don't want other people
to understand
the way you tap the sides of your
fast food drinks. They aren't allowed
to watch you fuss with your hair all day.
I'd store every part of you I can't be without,
but then there would be nothing left
for anyone else.