on my toes

[sll]

I tell myself that I should have said more, that more words would show you more of how much I care. I think that would work with someone like you. Through the silence of your lips, I am always on my toes, trying to prove to you my self, my hands, and I put myself to the test, asking if I am worth you. During English class, when all of us are so bored by his lecture, I want to break out of the boredom and run my fingers through your long hair, feeling tufts of softness between my fingers, like running water. And every time I don't know what to say, because the course of our classes prevents us from attaching our thoughts in cohesive patterns, I still like the way you rest your head on the math book, the way your eyes match your chin. I'm sorry if I creep you out sometimes. I honestly don't mean to. I just hold too much respect for you, so I will try not to randomly smile when I'm just watching you take your seat.
The way he says "I can see, I can see".
"You're my cave and I've been hiding out".
keeping you in sight
not going to let you slip away with those million faces of faces.