Poems

We weren't charming. We were anything but

"Someone once told me not to trust charming, that everything isn't suppose to be perfect and flowing.
Love should be awkward in the rawest form.
I remember how you would awkwardly bump into me before scratching the back of your neck and walking away.
I remember the way your head turned in my direction when I walked by and and you would spill pepper all over the table and drop all of the sugar packets that were previously in your hands.
When your back came into my focus, all of the air in my lungs dissapear.
I lose all of my ability to speak, I will look anywhere but towards you and your eyes but I notice you there.
Sometimes I wouldn't even have to look to know that you're in my proximity, I just felt your energy around mines.
My heart raced with adrenaline and my hands trembled. I walk away hastily, not being able to handle the intensity of having you so close to me.
And I would bump into somebody else with my nerves all over the place, hoping that you didn't saw."