You do not give me butterflies,
That nervous stomach flop...
You do not stare at me,
And cause my heart to stop.
Instead, you make me comfortable.
I can let you see my scars.
Now that I've looked into YOUR eyes,
I could care less about the stars.
You do not sweep me off my feet,
Or kiss me in the Dark.
And you don't need to.
'Cause you already have my heart.
~ Karissa Bannister (c) 2018
