On a crush

Wed, 01/14/2015 - 15:36 -- OhMyJo

The throbbing of my heart tells me that I’m excited

for the prospect of a new friend

or could he be

 

 

more?

 

There are no butterflies

There are sly smiles and pregnant pauses

I feel like I should pick the petals off a flower

telling myself

he loves me, he loves me not

 

Tuesdays are my new favorite day

because even my cross room glances are better than nothing

because I want him to smile at me when I walk into the room

I may not know him well but I want to know him

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