My Poetry

~Seventy Six~

I don't know what it is I feel,
Not for you atleast. 
I sure as shit know that it ain't nothing.
But is it enough to be something?

I know that I think about you way more than I should,
And I know my gaze trails you when I see you in that hood. 

But I do not feel the sparks as though it's a crush,
And yet I still want that movie kind of love,
And when I think of who,
It's always you. 

I know that when someone asks who I'm thinking about,
It's your name I want to say. 
But I know that at the thought,
Of saying I like you.

My insides curl,
And not because I do. 

No, 
When I think that I like you,
It doesn't feel right,
It doesn't feel like it'd usually do. 

So whatever it is this is,
Whatever you make me feel,
Make me do,
And I know I'd do it a million times,
If only for you. 

But I also know the truth,
And that we could never be.
And maybe that's what stopping me,
from admitting I like you. 

Or maybe it is that I truly don't,
Either way I know,
You're unreachable. 

But I'm unreachable too.