That day, when other boys were crumping,

My heart was racing fast and thumping.

To my crush, I had to confess.

I was nervous and nauseous, at best.

I couldn’t hide from you any longer.

I didn’t want my feelings to get stronger.

Although I did not dread rejection,

I thought you’d respond with aggression.

You had stolen my heart for over three years.

I had hoped that I would not shed any tears.

Summoning courage, I raced up to you.

My face was blushing as red as a stew.

“Excuse me,” I said. “Do you have time to talk?”

“Sure,” you replied.  So we went for a walk.

I waited till we reached a place with less people.

We were on a stairwell, or was it a steeple?

I whispered I liked you so much I could scat,

But if you didn’t like me, I could live with that.

You giggled and said (as a bro) I was cool,

But there was another guy who made you drool.

I felt a great wave of relief.

My confessions didn’t cause beef.

I expected you to curse or run away,

Or kick me in a place where I’d rather not say.

I’m glad you took what I said so well,

Instead of making my life a living hell.

You were too kind, so I do yearn

That you get this other guy in return.

I walked out of the room, on my own,

Just in case you needed time alone.

Also, I hadn’t eaten lunch,

for I was afraid I’d puke a bunch.

However, I’m too relieved to vomit

While I eat ice cream with sprinkles on it.

A little off topic, but I had a weird lunch

Because the day was multi-culti, for those with no hunch.

I cannot say, “Now we are two.”           

But you’re cool I was hot for you.

I was rejected, but it it’s not the end.

I have someone better than a date: a friend.