Nick

The salt of past tears on my cheeks,
Haven't slept enough in weeks,
Waiting just for him to speak.
My eyes again begin to leak.

But no, I'm just too angry now,
My heartbeat up, my hardend brow,
More than I should have allowed,
Know things of which I'm not too proud.

I try to spot his clueless face,
His eyes making my poor heart race,
Shift from blue to green then back,
Somehow they still throw me off track.

You've got me almost figured out,
But I still don't know what you're about.
I'm not sure what I mean to you,
Which mean I don't know what to do.