His hands are smooth, clammy
Callusses from playing the guitar
He can also play with strings
He has scars on his hands that tell stories
His hair isn't thick, isn't filled with goop
He wears baseball hats, pretty cute
His favorite color's navy blue
He's tall
And nice
And sweet
And everything in between
I'm falling, I don't know what to do

We sat down in a cafe
Had a lemon cheese danish

He got bit- twice
By birds at the pet store

He loves Lego

I don't know what's going on inside my head
Do I like him?
I like what he has the potential to be.
... Anything

He believes in God
He doesn't laugh when I tell him about Him

We went all he way to Kipling station
Me on his shoulder, with his music blaring
I love his music, I like how he shares
I like how he opens up to me
I like how I feel safe

I like how he's quiet
I like his friends
I like him

He wanted to drop me home
But I refused
"Don't.. You have to use another bus ticket!"
"I'm not good with goodbyes on the bus!"
A handshake was our goodbye
We haven't even hugged
And that's good, it's slow, safe

I didn't know what was stopping me from talking to you..
But I grew a pair, so did you
And we just got along

He has a good heart
He's a great guy
But I'm scared I'm going to hurt him
Apparently I always do the hurting

But all I see in my head is the back of his body running for the train- running to get the last seat so we can look out the window
All I see is someone with potential

But for now these feelings are unrequited and will stay that way