speechless.

I can't speak, the words hesitate and fumble in my mouth, unrecognisable syllables fall awkwardly out. My thoughts stop working right, I'm distracted by the way your face looks and really can't concentrate on much else. I realize I look like an idiot but despite my best efforts, my mind refuses to order itself, my thoughts scatter in your presence. I hungrily drink in the details of your face whenever I get a chance to unobtrusively look. It's planes and shadows, the way the light falls on your cheekbones and catches in your irises, the elegant shadows under your jaw and browbones. The way you hold your head, the set of your shoulders and the tilt of you chin. Your eyes terrify me because I can see you standing there inside of them, and I have absolutely no idea who you are.

Oh being a teenager. Those damn hormones.