I hate you a little more each time you love me

Jumping Blindly

I hadn't really noticed you at first

after a few times I started noticing your eyes catching mine

when I was near you I was caught between looking away-

-coyly, you'd think

and feeling like I was holding you up with my gaze

after awhile the butterflies would come

I'd feel a charge, a serenity, a panic

a gravitational pull when near you

soon I'd find myself making excuses to be around you

I'd jump without hesitation at the chance

it was addicting

I still didn't know what I wanted...or what I'd do

I always jumped blindly

I thought if I could just show you that I was holding you up with my gaze

you'd hold me up with yours