You're my well-kept secret,
tucked between shared laughter and stolen glances,
a quiet whisper in the chaos of classroom noise.
No one knows and I've liked it that way.
But today,
she said your name with a blush I've never seen,
a smile too wide for someone who claims indifference.
I laughed.
I teased.
I became the sidekick in a story I didn't want to star in.
What do I do now,
when her dreams echo my own?
Do I tell her?
Do I stay silent?
Do I root for her when every cheer feels like betrayal?
Maybe it's easier this way,
to let my heart fade into the backdrop of her confession.
To play the part of a friend who jokes,
instead of a girl who aches.
You're still my secret,
but now it hurts to keep you.
