I am all sistered out.

I have 5 siblings, another I can do without.

My abhorrence to hearing "we're just friends" masks all of my future hope in doubt.

Do you not feel the warmth of my stare?

Did you not notice all of the extra detail I put in my hair?

Can you not hear the intonation in my voice that screams, "I CARE!" ?

The phone calls, the inside jokes, my secret fears about which no one else knows.

The way I look at you, take care of you, how I'm the first one at all of your shows.

It all leads to, it is pointing to, it should all add up to my open secret of being in love with you.