don't speak to me.
don't look at me.
please stop knowing me, but at the same time, hold me close.
for years i've had this, whenever you are around my hands sweat, my voice shakes, and the butterflies in my belly flutter as hard as my heart.
you do so much damage to my heart.
your smile makes it stop, but yet talking to you makes it restart.
my father put his hand on my deceitful heart when i denied my feelings and he said your name and
my heart
deceived
me
for a moment, and stayed the same.
but then i thought— not of your smile, your kindness, your laugh, your faith, your voice,
i thought of you.
and my heart jumped,
sped up as if i was running a race.
