I knew I liked you
when I felt a knot in my stomach,
I was searching for the will to breathe.
I knew there was something different when I saw you smile,
teeth exposed across your soul,
when I began to wonder what you were thinking.
I knew I had to stand a minute more just to see you pass,
being yourself,
the first thing I ever saw.
And I knew I had to let you walk away,
since I coward inside,
where I find myself too vulnerable to speak.
Here I knew,
we'd speak someday,
when I work up the courage
to let the fear fade away.
For this,
I knew I liked you.