Stop.
He posted a photo.
I unlock my phone.
I view the picture.
He’s perfect.
The way his red hair flips
and his smile brightens my day.
But I can’t bring myself to like it
Because he doesn’t know who I am.

Stop.
He posted to his story.
I unlock my phone.
I hit play.
There he is.
My heart beats faster.
My hands get sweaty.
My cheeks are flustered.
Buy I can’t reply
Because he doesn’t know who I am.

Stop.
I’m on facebook.
And he’s there.
In my People You May Know.
I click. And I stalk.
I search his photos.
the way his face brings me joy
and his cheeks are so plump
makes me want to cry.
But I can’t bring myself to friend him.
Because he doesn’t know who I am.