It's okay,
I'll just look away,
when your eyes meet mine.
For I can not,
handle,
that feeling.
When our gazes meet,
for those overflowing moments,
look away.
The flutters,
in the pit of my stomach,
once beautiful,
now corrupted butterflies,
with their acid wings.
Acid that,
eats away at me.
Stop it,
I tell myself.
Dont you dare,
fall for him again.
But it's,
okay.
When your hand,
grasps mine,
I'll remind myself,
its friendly touch.
I won't let my,
skin,
tingle anymore.
I wish your fingers,
and lips,
left burns,
as reminders.
And really,
it's okay.
When you open up,
your dusty vault of,
feelings,
worries,
fears,
I'll just be there,
for you.
Good friends,
listen.
Your self-disclosure,
does not mean,
I'm special.
And at the end of,
the day,
these long nights awake,
I'll remember,
to ignore it.
That tiny voice,
inside my,
mind,
heart,
that tells me,
*It's okay,
you know he loves you too.