And I tried to tell myself I didn't actually like you
It was a long, bitter argument Of pros and cons And it ended with: The only reason I like you Is because of that Twinkle in your eye
But then I started to wonder If that twinkle in your eye really exists Do I like you because you have that twinkle in your eye? Or do you have that twinkle in your eye because I like you?
The more I pondered this The more puzzled I became
So I went through all the pros again The things I noticed before the twinkle
That ornery half smile The way I always catch you singing along with the radio when you think nobody's listening The pitiful face you have when you're stressed The butterflies in my stomach when I see you walking my way Those goofy socks Your adorable struggles with the coffee machine Your smiling blue eyes How I felt an instant connection with you
How could the cons even compare?
But the single item opposed overpowers this seesaw
and every time I accept this realization you shoot me with that twinkle again wash.rinse.repeat.
not much of a poem, just my thoughts on my ride home from work