Hey,

I know we can’t be a thing but is it so wrong that I want you?

You’re constantly on my mind

I’d rather speak than bottle it up like I have the past few months
And eventually explode

Or maybe consider this letter my explosion,

I know out of all the people you’re the worst choice, being my ex’s friend and all

(No matter how badly he treats you, and all the things he says, but you stuck with him because you’re loyal)

Call me dumb, or anything you’d really like
As long as you know this isn’t out of revenge or spite

But from blooming feelings I’ve had since November

That wrapped and twisted around my rib cage and flowered through my skin,
Leaving me to pluck the petals in a game of “love me or love me not”

Well I finally give in
I don’t want you to feel obligated requite my feelings or anything,

And I might be taking your long, and frequent glances at me during class
The wrong way

But I’m placing all my chips out and taking a gamble,
To tell you I really like you