The way sunshine looks good on you,
the way words escape your mouth, even if it's just a few,
The way you touch me,
sometimes causing me blindness,
It's hard to see,
The way I stammer,
The way you are harsh,
Like a hammer,
The way I naturally back into corners,
You are tough,
I am not strong enough,
You are my opposite,
yet, you seem familiar to me.
The way I fear talking to you,
afraid to turn you blue.
The way I am to shy to fully give myself to you,
In fear of being turned away.
Not taking the right cue.