He always laughs
When I try to act cute
But mostly when
I try to be ****

I think it's because
I'm just a girl
A frail fifteen years
To his seventeen

He knows what he's doing
And I just pretend
Because he used to be
Opposite
To who I am --
      And who he is
Now

"What?"
I ask
But there's never
A better answer
Than
"Nothing"
And often

A kiss