Compulsive Liar

Fresh write.

I don't think you quite understand

the speed at which you make my heart beat.

I don't purposely lie, but

I can't stand to be a tad bit embarrassed.

I try to hide my blush, but

I'm pretty sure my ears turn red instead.

I'm glad you embrace my awkwardness,

without it I'd be so boring that even...

a blank wall would have more detail.

I'm still stuck trying to grasp what 

is just so interesting about me;

I've had people ask what I like about you,

and I only answer with a chuckle because 

there is too much I like about you.

I'll admit to compulsively lying,

I can still wait for you to say it,

but I think I really do love you.

Your brown eyes shine in the moon,

light up in the sun, and reflect the 

unseen life of the stars. 

You collect a bottle of happiness 

every single day and then you deliver it to me.

You may shout and complain about

what seems to be every little thing,

but I like to watch your mouth move when

you form the words. The way your connections

with something simple to something complex

interests me and I want to keep watching, listening,

and completely falling into a deep dark sky with 

nothing but the sound of your voice and my heart.

It's just a little bit cheesy but I always 

want to hold your hand and never let it go.

Your long, skinny,soft, percussionist fingers

entwined with my chubby, not cute,tennis, writing,

strong fingers creates butterflies to be born in my lungs

not allowing me to breathe.

I like to hold my thoughts inside, so I'll say right now

that I have never wanted to be away from you. 

I can't stop thinking, the thoughts of you race around

countless tracks inside my head. 

I get jealous when I see you talking with a prettier, nicer,

girl. She acts like a girl, she paints her nails, her fingers 

are elegant and womanly unlike mine, she doesn't have circles 

under her eyes from late nights with homework and books.

She has probably already felt the fall for you, 

but you make me feel like I'm floating or flying, 

and I will land softly on a cloud and build a castle

alone with you. Fly through the sky like Peter Pan. 

Flow down like water in a serene creek. 

I am a compulsive liar when it comes to being with you because

I cannot let you not love me when I can make a pros and cons list

and only list pros.

Author's Note

I have not written in a couple of months, in case it is not noticeable. My fingers on a keyboard are like Bambi on ice right now.