There is something unfair about you.
The way you appeared so gently
yet left my entire heart in chaos.
Before this feeling had a name,
before I understood what was happening to me,
we only exchanged a few words—
small conversations, soft little moments—
yet somehow
you already felt different from everyone else.
Sweet.
Reliable.
Careful with people’s hearts.
And maybe that was the beginning of my downfall.
Now every time you appear,
my body betrays me.
My stomach twists into nervous knots,
my feet curl against the floor,
my palms grow warm,
and my heartbeat stumbles over itself
like it is trying to run toward you faster than I can stop it.
I feel so nervous, shy and embarrassed around you.
You make me feel those feels I can't even name.
You pull me closer so casually,
like you don’t even realize what you’re doing to me.
When you whisper near my ear,
I swear my thoughts stop working.
And God—
the way you hold my waist so naturally,
as if it means nothing,
while I stand there trying not to completely fall apart.
But my favorite thing about you
has never been your touch.
It’s your restraint.
The way you ruffle my hair so softly,
I can't control my heart.
I go red from the toe to the strand of my hair.
It feels like i am about to explode.
The way you know exactly where the line is and never cross it.
You make me feel safe
even while making me lose my mind.
You are mature in ways I cannot explain.
You understand people too well and emotions.
You think deeply, calculate quietly,
yet remain unbearably gentle.
I have met beautiful people before.
Kind people too.
But never someone who could make me feel
this unnamed ache inside my chest.
I am so infatuated with you.
You tamed my heart.
Everytime you stare - it feels like I have been hunt down withyour gaze. Like a predator praying it's prey.
You drive me insane so delicately, deliberately,
that sometimes I want to run away
just to hide how shy and nervous and afraid you make me.
Yet every single time,
I find myself returning to you again.
Like my heart has already chosen its place,
before I even had the chance to stop it.
You've beautifully ruined a part of me.
You-
