Melting in your eyes

As I stand here in front of you, my hands begin to sweat,
My knees begin to shake, to the steady beat of my quivering lips,
And I look at you, as someone I once knew, just a boy,
Who’s cost me too many tears.
I clench my hand into a fist,
Just to be caught off guard with my only weakness, the magic in your eyes.
And in that magic comes memories in your eyes,
As my body breaks out into a cold sweat,
And my hand becomes a fist.
A teardrop falls down my face and streams over my lips.
Just the start of the many tears,
And I tell myself softly, “It’s just a boy.”
Yes, yes, it’s just a boy,
A boy who has the power to make me melt with just a glance of his eye,
The arms that held me through weakness and tears,
Who made my palms sweat
When he would slowly come in to kiss me gently on the lips,
Who protected me from anyone who put me in danger with the strength of his fist.
And now I’m the one who’s making a fist,
At someone I once knew, not a man, just a boy,
Who stole my heart with just one kiss on the lips,
And the beauty that is captured in his eyes.
And with the anger I hold inside, my palms begin to sweat,
And there is a never ending stream of tears.
And what comes with these tears,
But another solid fist,
Maybe a twisted wrist as I begin to make you sweat,
And I look at you, boy,
I gaze into your eyes,
And I place my hand upon your lips.
“Never again will you kiss these lips.”
I say, as I walk away holding back the tears.
I continue to look down, unable to see his eyes,
And my hand becomes a fist.
“A silly boy,”
I mutter, as my body starts to sweat.
And with this sweat comes quivering lips,
From the boy who’s caused me so many tears,
And I will continue to make a fist,
But I’m still melting in your eyes.