I guess I have a thing for brown eyes
Because as soon as I looked into yours
I was hooked
But you talked about some other girl
How you liked her
And your cheeks turned pink
And I couldn't bring myself
To ruin your little crush
And tell you that you were mine
So I acted like I was the concerned friend
Giving you advice
Tell her this, tell her that
All the while my heart strained
Because I wanted to be the girl you talked about
At some point I realized maybe I wasn't for you. And you weren't for me
We were friends I decided
We would pour over electron configurations
Like it was our job
We were the dream team
No one could beat us at our game
But then you snapped at me
Without looking at who you were talking to
And my heart broke a little
But I covered it up with a straight face
And by the time you realized you yelled at me
And not one of your friends
It was too late
I already had a cement wall around my heart
You begged, saying you didn't mean to yell
But I ignored you
I guess I was my own team
But then the bell rang
And you said
Come on just love me
In sickness and in health
And your joking self was back
I knew it was a misunderstanding
So I let myself smile and I said no problem
And you opened your arms and I came into them
I stood on my tip toes
Arms around your neck
And we stood there
The perfect hug. The perfect team
Until someone said, awe cute
And we backed away
Cheeks flushed
And my crush was back
And maybe I was yours too
Hugs may change everything
I will have to wait and see
Subtly
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Alexithymia
Poetry(n.) difficulty describing feelings toward other people A mixture of poetry and late night thoughts by yours truly