I just want to say
That I am not in love.
Sure, every time I see him
my heart skips a beat.
And yea, all of our pointless talks
Make me smile for hours.
But that does not mean
I'm in love with him.
When we steal each others pens
kick each other under the desks
and laugh when something is said.
Does that mean I'm in love with him?
We can't be in love. We're only 17.
But the one time he kissed me
Time seemed to stand still
Like there wasn't a world
Outside of his bedroom door.
But that doesn't mean....crap...
I think I'm in love with him.