The Crush

I’ve been tossing and turning since I got home.

Since you told me you wanted to ask me out.

One, every time I close my eyes, I think of your mesmerizing smile.

Two, I keep analyzing whether or not you wanted to hold my hand.

Three, did the fact I was too shy to do so make you feel rejected?

Four, I keep wondering if you are actually going to call.

Five, those furtive glances we kept exchanging as we attempted to carry on with our friends.

Six, do you really like me or do you not want to hurt my feelings?

Seven, is this for real or will you let me down like everyone else?

I try to slumber but every time I do, you invade my thoughts.

I’ve been tossing and turning since I got home.