tell me if
it is even
possible
to like a
f r i e n d.
what is a friend?
she is a
f r i e n d,
i am her
f r i e n d,
we are
f r i e n d s.
but butterflies
scatter 'round
my stomach
whenever she
smiles at me.
what is a crush?
why does it cause my heart to feel as if it's being crushed instead?
infatuation
is so weird,
i don't even
understand
the whole
point of
keeping
feelings
when you
can tell them
outright to make
things even simpler.
my juvenile heart
feels constricted
around the twine
of inquiries knit.
YOU ARE READING
Twenty
Poetry❝ Blow out all the candles, you're too old to be so shy. ❞ © nate k. 2014
