I don’t know how to say this,
but I think I’ve been holding it in too long
I love the nerves.
The way my heart races when you’re near,
how I can’t find the right words,
how I smile too fast,
then look away too slow.

I love the way you laugh,
and how I forget how to breathe
when you catch my eye.
I hate how quiet I get,
like there’s something too big in my chest
to let out.

I’ve been scared to speak,
scared of what it would mean,
but I guess this is me trying,
even if it’s messy.

—You Know Who