There's someone I like.
I can't tell who.
For if I did, I'm pretty sure I'd be stuck in that goo again.
I've just noticed, the way they smile.
Small at first.
Then it grows.
I hope no one notices that I adore their eyes.
Or that everytime they talk, I'm so quick to listen.
Like a puppy.
God. I'm a loser.
A losing loser puppy.
Is this what they call puppy love?
Psh.
No.
Because I'm not a puppy, nor are they.
And love is a powerful word that just can't be thrown around.
Whenever I love someone, they always like to take the word back.
I can never have it for a long time.
I guess that's fine.
I'm not worthy of the word anyway.
I get too attached.
It sucks.
Besides, I have a meeting with a goddess to focus on.
And those growing powers I can't seem to handle.
And I'm scared of them taking the word back but I knew they wouldn't dare.
But if I were normal and faeries didn't flitter around my head,
I'd be glad to be their something.
A something who didn't care.
