She doesn't know why she feels this way.
Why she rides a roller coaster
Every time she looks at him.
Why she feels butterflies
Whenever he smiles.
She doesn't know why
She stays up at night,
Thinking about his smile, his laugh.
She doesn't know why
All her dreams include him.
She does know that
He doesn't feel the same way.
He doesn't talk to her,
Completely ignores her,
Doesn't even know she exists.
Can this be called love?
Can the feelings be real?
She knows she will have to move on,
She has to get over these feelings;
If they were even real in the first place.