I panick slightly at the mention of your name.
And melt down secretly when you call mine
I write chapters about the second we talked
And poems about the emotions that I keep trapped.
I die slowly when you talk to someone other than me
And later smile as if it were a game.
Your face is my favourite sight
And your hands so far have given me my favourite touch.
But you'll never know this cause I can't tell you
So I'll put up a facade and just be that girl
The one you'll never notice
As something other than a friend
And that I promise.