Just in case I catch you looking.

i hope you will love me
by the way i wobble when i look at your face,
the way i look away from your (beautiful, beautiful) eyes,
the way i talk too much when i talk about my favorite book which you don't understand,
and the way i mess up my words in the middle of my stories.

because these are all that makes me, me.

you are someone's reason to breathe.

I want to softly whisper
incomplete poems
on your collar bones
that don't rhyme with anything
but your heavy breathing.

I want to bury my face
in the curves of your neck
because you smell like the winter clouds
and I've been gazing at the sky
since you left.

it's been a while
since my pen last flew,
across the ocean
over the sky,
"i'm back," she whispers,
silently to my little thumb
and the other little fingers,
and they lived,
happily ever after.
i'm using a pen,
trying not to make any mistakes
for i've no bibs
for the little spills
from my clumsy self,
i'm just letting the words go
like how it should be
when things come straight from the heart,
that's how magic happens,
that's where i found you.

You? You.