. Courage. It takes a bucket of sweat
Coming from I am not sure where in my hands
And drops dripping from a faucet-like-forehead
To express
Words. I said to my friends that I had butterflies,
As I referred to that specific feeling in the seventh grade,
That fluttered in my stomach to see the light of day
And find
You. My childhood friend whose hair I'd pull
To get a pinch, a scratch, a stare of contempt
That would later turn into a game of catch me if you can
Later during
Recess. I had planned it all out, I had another friend
Tell you what I didn't dare say to your face
Because I had never asked a girl out on a date,
My first
Crush. I felt my chest sinking in when later that day
You came up to me with an annoyed look in your face
And the only words that you could say was that you didn't date
Guys like
Me. I was never sure what I was supposed to do
Or how it was supposed to make me feel,
I just know that whoever you thought I was, I never
Saw him
Again.
I wanted to rewrite a previous poem I wrote called "Who Was That" in more detail. I don't think I've said enough about the instance, but I don't know what else to write about.
