he
dresses comfy, his hair; disheveled and black like his eyes.
being around him,
i felt my loose hands clench.
my skin blew up with fire and the song of spring
traced along the winter air that intensified as our gaze almost embraced..
i sometimes purse my lips and other times,
i laugh so loud that i can't hear.his breaths of ease and insecurity.
we seem nervous and silent like
everyone else. But we are enigmatic and
bold and speak through moving eyelids.
he is a boy
and a little bit more.
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