It started with a phone call.

Sweat drips down my forehead
my mind is jumbled
my
pulse races
irr  e  gu  l  a  rl  y
and my heart is
its competitor.

The room feels smaller
and the faces around me
b
l
u
r
into nothing.

What is happening?
Why can’t I breathe?

I can’t stand up right,
my palms too sweaty
to grasp
the
nearest
surface.

It started with a phone call,
and it ended with a hard
crash
to the floor.

The first time we met
I refused to wear a dress
Because they're uncomfortable to me

You were with my friends
Also yours apparently
Makes sense, you're in their grade

The first time i heard you talk
I swear i developed a small crush instantly
Such a soft voice and adorable face


  sigh*

I love him more
Than he will ever like me