I don’t know what’s going to happen,
I’m just as confused as you are.
But I know what I feel
and I know what I like,
and that’s you.
It’s, it’s you.
I can’t help what I feel,
and I’m definitely not apologizing for it.
I don’t know where to go from here.
This is basically the first time for me,
and for you,
so lord only knows how bad we’re both gonna be.
I guess you could call your little groupie a time,
but I certainly don’t;
just like I don’t count my 9th grade “relationship.”
I think I’ve known for a long time now,
how I feel I mean.
You’ve always been there,
in the back of my mind,
I was just too stubborn to accept the truth.
But know I know.
And now you know.
You make me smile,
you go out of your way to make me laugh,
and you’re always there when I need you.
You know exactly what to say,
even though you may not realize it.
You’re funny and smart
and completely crazy,
but you’re the good kind of crazy.
I’ve told you how I feel,
and I let you read the first poem I wrote about you,
so now the ball is in your court.
I’d like to think you know what you’re going to do,
but you’re so unpredictable, I can only guess.
I mean you literally brought me gummy bears.
What does that mean, what does that mean?