Almost Aloud

i love how my smile is so wide,

like i'm in an amusement park and this is my favourite ride;

i love how my mood lightens up,

when you don’t know what to say and just mutter “sup”;

i love how your touch sends shivers up my spine,

like your heart and mine has the same design;

i love how my hand fits in yours just right,

it feels like my favourite jacket hugging my body tight;

i love how your gaze grazes over mine,

you make me feel like all the stars are in align;

i love it when you trace the lines in my palm,

ironic how the storm keeps the drizzle calm; 

i love how you understand me without me even speaking,

our own vernaculary—my heart is always seeking;

i love how you just blabber gibberish with that stupid pen in your mouth,

and god, how i wonder if i would ever say these to you aloud?