The look of love

I wish you had waited and given me a chance, But instead you text me so excited she gave you a glacne. It was rushed and blurred, Swift by clean, It was the type of attraction, I wish, you had towards me. It was the type of glance that had you circling the fire holding drinks, Pulling close to come another, giggling to each others secrets and laughing at failed dates. It meant going swimming in early June and bringing an extra pair of goggles, Blasting a music in your car listening to likewise tunes, completely unaware of the world outside them. It was the type of look that immediately hatched butterflies in your stomach, That had made you light as they flew you high into the open air. The type of glare that had you struggling to make contact back with the earth, As if too far, too high, to land means falling even further than you already have. It was the type of eye contact that took the heart from your chest, Stopping the blood-flow to your arms and your lungs, Leaving you panting, but not for air, but for more of her. You see it wasn’t the simple change between the direction of their eyes, Those few short seconds equally shared between them had begun an addiction. Something cheap and manageable, the best high you could ever feel without the risk of killing yourself, But rather to give yourself, to be willing to live the rest of their lives for each other. You see I’d give my life for you, so to have to give my life to you sounds easy. So I wish you had waited, and given me the chance, The chance to show you who I can be, the type of person who can show up carefree, The type of person who can be who you need me to be. I’ll be the type of person who brings a pillow and blanket on a road trip in case you want to sleep, And I’ll drive all the way there even if it’s a long journey of many hours, I won’t stop, won’t sleep, until we finally reach our destination. I’ll be the type of person to take you out to eat wherever and pay the bill even with a 30 percent tip, Just because having you with me makes me a better person, it makes me euphoric. So I wish you had waited and given me the chance, But instead you text me so excited she gave you a glance, It was soft and meaningful, But quick and sleet, It was the type of attraction, I wish, you could see in me.