I love that look that makes me say "What?"

I love that look that makes me say "What?"
& makes you chuckle & say "Nothing."
I know it isn't nothing.
Or... is it really nothing at all?
Please tell me that it's something
Because that look flips my heart.
"Could he really like me?"
Maybe?
Oh so implausible it is.
Miles apart.
Breaking a hea... no. A mind.
Breaking a prom... no.
No, those promises were broken
Before I got there to break them myself.
"She made the decision for us."

What am I to you?
Nothing at all.
Nothing, & so you are nothing to me.
It's about god damn time
I took a risk in the name of
Myself.

But with all risks comes a scare.
Is it real?
My feet are planted firmly.
I see it how it is.
Possibilities in place...
Will he be there to give me a
Little wish?
Doors open & there he is to say
"Bravo."
Or will he not?
His absence will prove nothing
But his presence will prove it:
Worth.

My tired beaten heart can't be unsure anymore.
My bank account of naivety
Is all over-drawn.
It all comes down to:
What is it worth?

I like the way you make me feel
& I think you like the way I make you feel.
I am happy when I am with you.
Could there be much more to ask for?

It seems like such a small action was taken.
"I think I'm starting to really like you."
But I am scared to death