Is young love real, or only an illusion?
Or maybe lust is all it is.
I feel the pain of confusion.
Someone I don’t have but seem to miss.
I really don’t understand love.
“You’ll know when it’s right.” they say.
A flirtful push turns to a shove
and again, alone, I stay.
A glance, a grin, an adorable nudge,
That little sniffle laugh you do.
But for some reason yet, you will not budge.
I hate myself for falling for you.
Sometimes I hope you think of me,
As often as I think of US.
A sad ending for me this may be,
For I think I have fallen in lust.
My first piece. Hard to put what I feel into words. I want to work on moving toward flarf while keeping the emotion.