The Way You Sway

You hold yourself with so much confidence. 

You dance like no one is watching. 

The way you throw yourself around as the beat surrounds you makes me blush. 

You bob your head along to the beat. 

Yeah, the band on stage sucks, but the way you sway makes the experience worth it. 

You don’t know that I know you, but I wonder if you know how much I’ve learned about you– even though we have never spoken. Your eyes and movements convey so much emotion: you don’t even need to open your mouth to tell me how you feel. Maybe I’m assuming too much of you, though. 

You and I feel connected by a secret force, even though we’re surrounded by so many bodies. You hold yourself with so much confidence. Meanwhile, I feel uncomfortable in my own skin. I hate the way my jeans fall on my hips. I hate the way I have to wear boots to make me taller. I hate the way that other people in the crowd obstruct my view of you. 

You dance while I slowly sway. You dance like no one is watching. I wonder if you know how many glances I’ve taken at you. It feels like I’m over-indulging in a piece of dessert the way I look at you. I feel so gross that I have to bite my cheek until it draws blood. 

Maybe then I’ll stop looking at you– but it doesn’t work. 

You sing along to the lyrics of the shitty band. The way you throw yourself around as the beat surrounds you makes me blush. I wish that I could be as carefree as you. I hold my body close to myself to not take up so much space. 

You don’t know that I know you. You bob your head along to the beat: oblivious. I want to kill my brain for thinking about you so much. The way you move. The way you hold yourself. The way your shaggy hair falls to your shoulders– how it dances when you dance. 

You finally look at me. Time seems to slow as we become lost in each other. We don’t have maps to find a way out. You extend your hand out to me. It’s sweaty, but I don’t mind. 

Yeah, the band on stage sucks, but the way we sway makes the experience worth it.