Legs

I spend most of my time looking at my legs

Looking at how my toes curve and bend.

It's strange how my legs shiver and twist

When I am thinking hard

Or am restless

Or just bored.

But it shivers the most when I cry.

It is wierd how the

Quivering of my lips

Is connected to the 

Shivering of my legs.

Stop! I tell myself,

For he will know 

That I am hurt and bleeding from inside.

I shove my face inside his chest

To hide my tears

But my legs give away.

Maybe that's why I spend 

Hours looking at my feet.

Wondering how it understands

What my heart speaks.