You sit under a tree,
Waiting for the sun to turn its cheek,
Its branches stretching out to shade you

My fear of speaking to you rains on me,
Soaking my face and pressing my lips together
As if they have been sewn up like a doll's

You speak softly, as if trying to hide yourself,
It's almost intimidating,
Leaving my body quivering with the pulse of your every word

Wait - hold up. Am I FALLING for him?!

This is a terrible idea.

I have never been a romantic,
Laughing myself silly at cliché texts,
And never expressing my true emotions
Yet here I am writing a - a - a LOVE POEM?!
Who am I anymore?
I don't even know what the heck love is!

Your eyes flick at mine ever so briefly,
If only you knew that
Even your smallest gestures
Give me the power
To crash collide into space

What's the point of even liking him?
It'd just be another stupid high school relationship,
Inevitably destined to end,
And that's only if he likes me back!

I realize it may be pointless and silly,
But as I look at you under this sodium light,
Deep in the veins of rose city,
I realize that I am absolutely,

No.

Undeniably,

No.

In love with you,

NO!

And I maybe,
Possibly,
Might have changed lanes