That day, when other boys were crumping,
My heart was racing fast and thumping.
To my crush, I had to confess.
I was nervous and nauseous, at best.
I couldn’t hide from you any longer.
I didn’t want my feelings to get stronger.
Although I did not dread rejection,
I thought you’d respond with aggression.
You had stolen my heart for over three years.
I had hoped that I would not shed any tears.
Summoning courage, I raced up to you.
My face was blushing as red as a stew.
“Excuse me,” I said. “Do you have time to talk?”
“Sure,” you replied. So we went for a walk.
I waited till we reached a place with less people.
We were on a stairwell, or was it a steeple?
I whispered I liked you so much I could scat,
But if you didn’t like me, I could live with that.
You giggled and said (as a bro) I was cool,
But there was another guy who made you drool.
I felt a great wave of relief.
My confessions didn’t cause beef.
I expected you to curse or run away,
Or kick me in a place where I’d rather not say.
I’m glad you took what I said so well,
Instead of making my life a living hell.
You were too kind, so I do yearn
That you get this other guy in return.
I walked out of the room, on my own,
Just in case you needed time alone.
Also, I hadn’t eaten lunch,
for I was afraid I’d puke a bunch.
However, I’m too relieved to vomit
While I eat ice cream with sprinkles on it.
A little off topic, but I had a weird lunch
Because the day was multi-culti, for those with no hunch.
I cannot say, “Now we are two.”
But you’re cool I was hot for you.
I was rejected, but it it’s not the end.
I have someone better than a date: a friend.