The first time I saw you, and our gazes met

Butterflies in my stomach, heart pounding in my chest

Exchanged hello’s from our lips, smiles on our faces

I thought then, we might be going places

 

On the bus we share stories, of successes and plights

Offer new perspectives, rein in unique lights

Gain the courage to ask, this kind, bubbly soul

If she could be so kind, offer the number to her phone

 

Three o’clock AM, sharing our favourite songs

Laughing about our tastes, exposing our past wrongs

Embracing each other’s’ thoughts, accepting it with care

Sincerity overrules, enveloping this affair

 

Though such precious friends, still we remain

Need to muster up strength, for the next step to attain

When fearfulness pervades, honesty defends

I decide to be open, ask to be more than just friends

 

In person I desire to utter the question

She deserves to have my undivided attention

I wait two weeks, to get thoughts together

But what I encountered, to think, I could never

 

Across the schoolyard I gaze, I question my vision

That love I adored, I need an optician

My head starts to spin, my heart fills with dread

Those lips with anothers, my hopes are now dead

 

Keep up a façade, did not see a thing

Wishing to know if she’d bring it to me

“How was your day?” I merrily exclaim

“Pretty boring, how’s yours?” “Oh, just the same.”

 

I couldn’t believe it, my mind became lost

We always were honest, even if we’d accost

Confused I stay, in daze for weeks

Until one day, there’s a question she seeks

 

“Do you like me?” were the characters I view

“Of course, ever since I first had met you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, when we were so close?”

“I was building up courage; soon, I’d propose.”

 

No words from her lips, unless a request

To help her with math, or unburden her stress

Became the side guy, a soul without spirit

Only hoped one day she’d come by to clear it

 

Many months later, two thoughts endured

The pain of that loss, and the desire to be cured

I decided one day to ask her opinion

“Are we still friends?” questioned the tired minion

 

“Do what you want and I’ll respond in the same.”

What answer was that? I stood there with shame

Not for myself, but the one I admired

Her personality was gone, laid off or fired

 

I laughed and retreated, realizing my folly

To fawn o’er a girl, been hit with a volley

Of hurt and despair, that I won’t redo

All from the thought, “because I love you.”