Love Poem

 What is this feeling, it’s surely something knew,

Something I have never felt, what should I do?

Butterflies, jitters, and a weird sense of shy.

But it’s only around a certain person, a boy that I passed by.

Whenever I see him, I blush, I smile, 

And whenever I talk to him, it’s always worthwhile.

When he’s not there, he’s always on my mind,

When he’s there, I am much more kind.

When he’s with his friends, I talk to them instead,

I can’t embarrass myself, my face will turn red.

I avoid looking at him, don’t want to be caught staring,

If I do get caught, my friends won’t stop blaring.

My friend has a crush, she likes the new boy,

She plays around with his feelings like they’re a shiny new toy,

She says she’s the first to have a crush,

But really, I was the first to blush.

The next day he moves in next door,

I can’t wait, I have knots in my core,

I realize they set his room across from mine,

So, we can talk using a sign.

“Hello, sup! Liking your new house?”

“Yeah! But we found a mouse.”

“Yuck. Got to go!”

“Bye!”

Oh, how I wish he could know.

I dribble, and pass,

He strums the low-key bass,

I savor the one class we share,

And that’s the only class I care.

We spend time as friends,

I don’t want to make a mistake so that this ends,

So, I’ll leave it at this,

I can’t reach any further bliss.

It’s Valentine’s Day.  

What should I say?

Everyone has already begun,

Telling each other the other is the sun,

They light up the world.

And soon the boys have gotten themselves a girl.

There’s a dance.

Where they sing and prance.

There’s punch,

Cookies that crunch.

There’s loud music, and neon lights,

And shimmery sights.

And everything is so very bright.

He pulls me to the dance floor,

And I look for the door,

So that if I need to, I can run away, 

But then, I hear him say, 

“I like you.”

It’s not even a whisper, but like an inner thought,

I don’t think I heard him properly so, I say “What?”

“I like you.” He says a little louder, but still a whisper,

His voice a little bit crisper.

I think he said, he likes me, but…

“I like you too.” I hear someone else,

Then I realize it was me,

I gasp as I cover my mouth, but it’s way too late,

“I have liked you till date. I’ve had a crush on you, you are the best!”

He said, holding my hands, and I wondered if this was a test.

“I like you too.” I say, as I set my head on his shoulder,

Oh, how nice my back feels without that boulder,

And we slow dance into the night,

Till the very last light.