Playground.
Just the two of us.

Hyperaware of the nuances.

Guiding subtle changes in your mood with my selection of music.
I take note of the microexpressions you make involuntarily.

“Why did you want to see me today?” I grab the cold metal pole and drag my weight on it, spin around.

“I was hoping you might have some answers for me.”

I see your smile,
Peeking from under your lowered head
Whenever my voice,
Like sweet honeysuckle glittering in sunlight,
Utters sentences like serenades,
Just for you

I notice these nuances
Little details everyone misses
My eyes are like crystals,
My mind, a sponge
Absorbing every angle of you,
All the myriad microexpressions,
Bleeding through your face,
It's a pattern I'm trying to track and decipher,
And yet,
I am no scientist,
I am merely
A woman deluded
With love.

Then there is my friend,
She is older,
Called plain by some,
But I like her
And yet
When I found out a few days ago
That she likes you,
Possibly adores you
My stomach erupted into distress
My thoughts a stewing mess
I tried to undress her every word,
Trying to figure out her motive for her loving you,
I concluded she is merely repeating a cycle that has burned her before,
Seeking comfort in various men,
They give her everything short of commitment

I saw her keep looking over at you
I sat still,
So as to not have the anger welling within me spill
She tried to hard in subtle ways,
I could read clearly,
How she was feeling
Yet whenever I spoke
A smile on your face awoke

You're just friendly,
That what she said
And all the girls like you,
Anyway
You look deeply into everyone's eyes,
Possibly because you like to glimpse beyond the disguise
You smile and laugh and are free!
And you are everything to me!
Yet, maybe you can't see,
Will she distract you,
Will she take you away from me,
Her eagerness is profuse,
Dripping through her every pore,
Yet I'll just sit back,
To observe and discern,
The outcome and intentions of your heart.

It had become such where if I merely looked at your face, I could smell the deep mystical sea breeze scent of your perfume mixed with your warmth. I could feel the texture of your skin, and your temperature was my own. Your microexpressions, all stored in my heart. Every gesture, the movement of every muscle imprinted on my lidded eyes, through which my heavy tears seemed to seek escape.
I cannot even look at you anymore, without a storm in my heart and a tsunami of pain washing me onto the shore again and again, pounding me into sand.