The Best of You

Knees touch 
eyelashes blink
I blush 
you look away 
I keep glancing over
at your hair 
your ripped up leggings
your eyes
that remind me of times where giggles and laughter were my languge 
your slender fingers 
flicking flawlessly through your book 
your hair 
perfecly framing your gorgesly flawed face 
and your laugh 
small and contained in the people packed room 
but still
one of the most heart wrenchingly sweet sounds I've ever heard.