JFCV

A little bit happy and a little bit worried.
Overthinking is my specialty and your smile is the soup of the day.
Tonight your eyes went from locked to laughter and I caught a peek of the boy who turned his life around.
I don't know what changed you, but I'm glad you found it on the side of the road, or in your cereal box or wherever good things hide.
I could walk a park with you for days and still not recognize the swings we've passed more than we've breathed and I hope I get the chance to.
There's a someday somewhere inside your talk of the future and I don't mean to push the edges of the package but I'd like an invite to your plans. Wherever they may be.
And maybe now was the perfectly wrong place to start because we're both a little jaded from people who said they'd never hurt us but still managed to pull the trigger. People who shouted their love, only to choke on their words.
Maybe now was the perfectly wrong time because the countdown to 6am days has already begun and you don't need someone to get you in the habit of midnights.

All I know is I looked into your eyes, intimidated, too many times before this moment, you've given me a bursting mold and dripping apologies for the way I read you differently.

What are the chances you would lean in and let my lips do less than breathing for just a few short moments. One. Two. Three.

We'll never know if we picked the same number, but the last second before your mind picked will tell you if you wanted to train me to fight wars I don't know that I believe in.
and maybe I don't understand vulnerability quite like you cause I had wishing wells instead of puddles in the 4th grade. But every race has a last place finish and I wouldn't mind the end if there was a hand to hold in the crossing.