crude cypress
*I tell myself it's not a crush,
Even though after seeing you I get an adrenaline rush,
My heart speeds up after hearing your name,
And through thick and thin, you're the one I crave.
I tell myself I don't blush,
Even though I contradict myself at the slightest touch,
Grin when your knee accidentally finds mine,
And hide my face when you scoot closer, crossing the platonic line.
I tell myself one's eyes are nothing special
Even though yours is like my own temple,
For every breath I take, it's vital,
And it magically calms every peril.
I tell myself I'm not a fighter
Even though I stand ready for even the depths of hell,
To see that smile, and make it wider
And in your peace and joy, forever dwell.
I tell myself I'm not an observer,
Even though my eyes pick up the dance of your movements,
Ears pick up the songs your anklets sing,
And the soul picks up the emotions tangled in your heartstrings.
I tell myself all these blatant lies,
For admitting to unrequited love would pierce my heart until it dies.*
hasty sparrow