A great many feelings

I never thought I would be jealous of your earrings. They're travelling with you, close but not too close to make you uncomfortable, and when you tuck your hair behind your ear, they have the privilege of being brushed by your fingers. You would get this only if you could see yourself the way I see you, but how can I?

Oh, that makes me jealous of your glasses too; they get to show you the entire world. 

What's a greater privilege for me than to see you read what I wrote? These words shall be the luckiest part of me to be noticed by you, but I don't know if you'll recognize the part of you that lives in what I write.

Oh, they don't teach us so much back in school, am I nuts to lose my mind just with the brushing of elbows, or to keep trying to finding reasons to talk, or to pull you gently while walking because I don't want you to get dirty (thank you birds)? What do we talk about anyway? I might not be focused enough to recall what I was saying.

Do you ever see these walking eyes all around? They can see my smile, and I think they already know

Maybe that's why they don't stop us when we're walking together

But you know what's surprising in that too? I don't think I mind them interrupting our random conversations, I would finally get a few minutes to just stand and look at you without making you feel awkward. If I could draw, I would draw how your smile widens to show just the perfect amount of teeth (is that a weird thing to say?), how the curves on your cheek trap me, only to be recovered when I have been staring too long and the next thing meeting my eyes are yours, clueless. Is there no other way to tell you you're art, personified?

I wish I could take you to witness a sunset together, you can look at the sun in awe, and I could look at you. I don't really know what makes those eyes shine bright, but it would feel right to keep them that way with whatever I have. The foggiest of days here wouldn't be so foggy after all; in any case, all I really want to see is you. There's a small period between my phone ringing and me checking the screen, and so I hope every time that it reads your name. 

If I'm saying too much, would it ever be your fingers on my lips shutting me up? I'm okay with smiling from a distance, all I hope is that you smile back too.