I might like you
This is an option.
A rock was thrown:
Now there are ripples in the water.
For sure, you are off limits,
But hey::so am I-
Should the rock have stayed in my hand?
This is silly.
I'm writing a poem about what should never been, but somehow:
is.
I might like you.
I might like the way it's so wrong.
I might like the way you looked at me,
And the way you played with my hair.
The way you made me feel safe,
And I knew nothing could hurt me.
We sit on your balcony, and throw a ball,
Discussing our options.
We don't tell.
We do tell.
The only thing I can tell is that I want to be with you.
I throw the ball back.
You catch it.
I might like you.
This is an option.
An opportunity.
So take it.