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Tapping into my Love.
How he makes me feel
Like my heart is swelling through my chest
Pushing into my lungs
Making my breath short
Tapping into my love.
Filling me with jitters.
Like a poor child I felt worthless and cold
I don't know what light shined on me
But it came from above.
It came from someone taller than me.
You may not call me beautiful.
You may not call him a lad.
Squinting eyes fill with laughter
Concern knits into your brow.
And then you go far enough to wink, even.
It makes me melt faster than a stick of butter would in Death Valley.
It might not turn you on.
But that's the thing about this feeling
It's like only you two can feel it.
So he'll stay mine.
My lashes flutter
Softly down on my cheeks.
How can I help but smile.
And the truth is?
I hate that smile.
I'll practice faces in the mirror for hours
Every time you walk past all I can remember is that stupid smile
That makes me look
Like a star-struck goober under your dizzying spell.
Oh, how I hate that smile.
But I have to admit,
Leaning over him and peering at his geometry book,
Trying to explain the Pythagorean Theorem to him
Really swings my string.
It just so happens that the Pythagorean Theorem is the last thing on my mind.
It's just like:
When he says something back to me
Even more clever and insulting than what I said to him
There's a little click there
Or maybe it's a light bulb flicking on
Or maybe it's a 'Do Not Enter' sign flying by,
But whatever it is,
I can see it in his eyes that he feels it too.
And that makes it burn brighter.
All of them say it has to real.
Is this what love is supposed to be?
Tapping into my love.