Hands

What attracts me to someone is rarely ever their face.
I tend to look at their hands first.
The callouses tell me what they've been through.
Always working.
building up walls just to break them down again.
falling and using them to pick yourself back up again.
The smoothness tells me what you're going through.
What you constantly carry
and put back down.
Who and what you hold onto ever so gently.
your head that is down when you cry.
someone's hand.
someone's heart.