heat courses through
to
fills my face
as he shys away from my hand
an eyelash remains clinging to his cheek
i want to scream
shout
cry
how could i be so repulsive
to him?
what had i done
other than love him
to make him so uncomfortable
its not fair how
friendly he is
the smiles
the jokes
the lunches we spend together
hes not my best friend
so that stereotype has been
avoided
but now ill never get the chance
i see it behind his
light
eyes when he looks at me
he will always hold me
at a polite
friendly
distance
that hurts more than
being rejected,
this awkward limbo
i accidentally touch him so much, a normal friendly
brush
helping him open something
brushing his hand as i playfully take
his textbook
but he always gets the same look
desperate
awkward
uncomfortable
i'm not a *****
for loving you
goodness knows
an accidentally brush
wont affect you with
the disease that plagues me
i want to hate you for not touching me
but i can't
if love's a disease
then i'm
festering