Skipping It
I mean it - it doesn’t matter if anyone gets to your heart unless they’re an assassin, but I don’t think that was the point of this challenge...
What they need to go for is your stomach. If you can feed someone it proves you want to provide for them and value their survival as much as your own. If you can’t, then the message you risk sending is either a) you don’t know how to fend for anyone but yourself, if you can even manage that or b) you expect them to provide for you, which can be a one-way and selfish relationship potentially doomed to fail
If you don’t believe me, think back on any good relationship you’ve had and count the number of times you were fed by - or fed - your significant other. I’m willing to bet the better cases involved more mutual feeding on both parts.
I won’t go into mutual eating because again, don’t think that was the point of this particular challenge...but that definitely helps too.
Your Eyes
No one ever paid attention to me before you.
Sitting at my desk, blushing over what you said,
It set in that I had never been anyone's centerpiece.
Always overlooked, always overshadowed
By a mom or a kid or something, someone
Always got in the way of how my man saw me.
Then you came along, not even looking for anything,
And sent me hurling to the ground.
The sound of another sweet text fills me with lava,
Or gravy, or something else warm and smooth,
And I can't wait until I walk into the door
To see you sitting on the couch, cradling a beer,
Waiting to hear about my day and help me cook.
My boss passes and I hide my smile briefly,
Though I know I am just another worker bee to her,
Just another ant in the line to everyone else.
It doesn't bother me anymore, now that you're here
Because I know that at least one person orbits me.
