This Is Not A Poem

I admire your

curiosity

Disturbingly, yet beautiful observations

Thoughtfulness

ability to reassess

Your impish smile

The grin you couldn't help but to have

when no-one was supposed to be looking

The excitement in your eyes when you talk about things you love

Your subtleness

Your patience

The intensity I see behind your calm nature

the moments you become absentminded while talking because you're so completely in your mind

The small moments you seem genuinely happy and in the moment

The unsuredness in your eyes

How you can speak without speaking

How you can touch without touching, but wanna touch so bad

How you dumb yourself down thinking no-one sees through it

How it seems you're somehow always in pain, but you find a way to to calm it alone ..because you don't think anyone could possibly understand, and you wouldn't wanna put em through it anyways

How you gently and seemingly innocently test the waters

When you're at a loss for words and you look up with your mouth agape trying to think of something witty to say, but everything escapes you

When your wit does show itself, because it means you're comfortable.

How I actually feel you

Like a mirror, but of all the good things...

how beautiful it is ,yet how sad I can never tell you....

I just hope you are being told, then it might not hurt so bad I can't .

Heather Hughes