You’re just an arms length away,
but saying something out loud feels impossible.
Everyone’s talking,doing there’s own thing,
and im stuck here,
wondering if you notice me the way I notice you
You told me,
“It’s okay”
like it was nothing
but it wasn’t.
Not to me.
I wrote you a letter.
Folded it.
Unfolded it.
Reread it ten times.
The words felt to loud on paper
I wrote
“I like you”
I tried to make it sound casual,
but it wasn’t.
It was real.
I told you about your foot in my face,
Cause it made you laugh once.
I told you you’re smart and funny and a
genuinely good person
because you are.
I said I admire you
for how you handled everything
with your ex
and how brave you were
when coming out wasn’t even your choice,
I tried to say thank you
for being one of the reasons
I actually like being around
I almost didn’t write it.
I said that too
But I kept thinking
you deserve to know.
Even if you tell someone,
Even if it makes things weird.
I said “Im the gay girl who overthinks everything”
and I am
That part,at least,felt easy.
Everything else
Is still sitting in my hands.
All on paper
Still waiting to be read