his hair reminds me of goldenrods.
soft, yellow, & a certain kind of fragile.

i find myself wanting to make him jealous
& asking who he's talking about
when i think they're other girls...

i'm usually great at eye-contact
but my heart starts racing & can't help but look away
when he looks right into my eyes.

it feels as if he's noticing my every move...my every breath...
like he could read my thoughts...like he can see right through me...

i watch he as you speak to others at the table
& i notice a certain kind of pain in his eyes...
intense...overlooked...neglected...yet still noticeable.

i pay attention to which direction he's facing when we
stand in a group & if his pupils dilate when we speak to each other.

i'm not obsessing? . . .

i'm usually great at eye-contact
but my heart starts racing & can't help but look away
when he looks right into my eyes.

it feels as if he's noticing my every move...my every breath...
like he could read my thoughts...like he can see right through me . . .