"If you don't have anything nice to say,
don't say anything,
at all."
And yet,
I only ever had nice things to say
(so I thought)
and you wanted silence.
I can't help but recognize
the best in everybody.
Under the impression
that everyone wanted
affirmation of achievements -
No matter how small.
Evidenced by lack of ego,
it seemed necessary
to remind you
(whenever possible)
just how much
you can do;
have done.
How can I resist
when your hair falls
madly on your shoulders?
Or when the sun illuminates
the freckles in your eyes?
Skin on skin on sand on skin:
No doubt left in my mind
that as it rained through the waves,
I was in the presence
of something;
of you.
Though your smile could sink ships,
you lamented the look of your thighs that day:
Only stupid thing I've ever heard you say.
Someone told me after:
"I expected nothing less from her."
Effortless.
As usual.
You are still so unaware of
the qualities you possess -
You can not accept
a simple compliment.
Brush it off.
I like the way you speak.
I like your hair.
I like you.
Shit.