the somethings

when you ask me why it is that I always pull away from you,
i quickly change the subject
because
how can i say-
that fill me me with somthing different
something that shouldn't be
that sometimes i'm afraid to talk to you
in fear that i might say something stupid
or make you feel weird
that can't look you in the eye
because i might stare too long
what would you say if you knew?
if you knew how much i like just being with you
we don't have to be near each other
just knowing that you're there does some thing
i can't tell you that you're kisses-
you're kisses taste like cotton candy to me
and leave the fuzzy feeling somethings in my tummy
so when you ask me why i pull away-
don't ask expecting an answer
just look at the somethings in my face...
the redness in my cheeks,
the the glow in my eyes,
and the width of my smile next to
the deepness of my dimples-
and take those as answers.