Nerveous Hands Şiiri - Ali Sinkay

You trace circles on your coffee cup,
I pretend I don’t see your hands shake.
Every time our fingers almost touch,
I lose the words I meant to say.

My nervous hands keep reaching for you,
like they already know
what my heart can’t do.
If I fall,
will you fall too?
Every little laugh,
every glance
pulls me through.
My nervous hands keep reaching for you.

You talk low
about your favorite books.
I get lost just watching your mouth.
One small joke,
your head on my shoulder—
suddenly the room fades out.

My nervous hands keep reaching for you,
like they already know
what my heart can’t do.
If I fall,
will you fall too?
Every little laugh,
every glance
pulls me through.
My nervous hands keep reaching for you.

Maybe I’m scared of how right this feels.
Maybe you’re scared to believe it’s real.
So I take a breath,
let the silence choose,
move an inch closer
and whisper,
“me too.”

My nervous hands keep reaching for you,
like they already knew
what our hearts would do.
If we fall,
then we fall true.
Every little laugh,
every glance—
something new.
And my nervous hands
keep holding you.