i'm scared of
direct conversation
i don't know if
i told you that

so heres the conversation
i wish i could have

i wonder
if the way i might feel
scares you
like it scares me

i can't exactly ask
if its okay
that i want to
call you pretty
(but is it?)

or if i can flirt,
in the subtle way
i have

or if you'd find it witty

honestly,
the way i want to be
honest
scares me

i don't want to say
too much
or pressure you
because

you've had too
much of that
already

i just want to know
if this could be
something that

i can wish for
subtly

again, i must shout from the rooftops
that it's okay
not to know
or want

these really are just questions
floating around without
a home

you don't need to catch them
although
a poem would be nice

i don't want to ruin our
friendship
because
i know i might

You ask if I see you—
not the version I’ve imagined,

but the one who hesitates
before naming what she feels.

I see the quiet questions
you carry like folded notes
tucked behind your ribs,
half-written, half-known.

You say you’re not a good person,
but I’ve watched you care
in ways that don’t ask for credit—
just closeness.

I don’t need you certain.
I don’t need you defined.
I just need you honest—
and you already are.

So yes, I see you.
Not as perfect,
but as someone I’d stay for,
even in the spaces
you’re still learning to name.

would i ever dream
of telling you who to be
well, the answer is never
to that one, dear

i'll be here
in any way you need
whether i can gather the courage
to start a spark

yourself is you
i hope you can bloom
whether that is in my direction
or not,
i'll be here
your friend

you're worth staying for

I write like I’m whispering to someone who might never hear it— but maybe would understand.

Some lines feel like glances, some stanzas like almosts. I tuck metaphors into corners hoping someone curious might find them.

There’s no name in this poem, but if you read it twice, you might wonder if it’s yours.

i am panicking
that i've scared someone away
by being too honest
but thats okay
no pressure
i'm just throwing out messy lines
no grand declarations
i want to know you first
anyway

i ask for an answer
i practically implore
this is a nudge
bright as the spots of color
on my cheeks
when you trust me
grinning like a fool
i nudge you to answer

you'll look down on me
won't you honey?
i'll see you in the clouds
in the sunsets and fields
in battered tennis *****
sure you had your moments
sausage rolls were never safe
you loved yum yums
i know, you werent meant to
eat them
but i couldnt deny anything
to my favourite girl
tiny little staffy
beautiful, brindle puppy
even if you werent a baby
you were
always to me
my best friend

i was a girl
who people crushed on
i wish i was a girl
girls wanted
i wish
anyone wanted to be with
little old me
i wish i had the strength to ask
if she's bi
or to tell her to read my poems
awfully carefully
(she's not over him)
(i'm not over him)
(i'm under her gaze)
i wish she'd pull me in
with the same intensity
she pushes him away
i wish she'd text me
just one more time
push away the problems
the rumors and
time-zones
and see that i am
me