It’s fine when you’re thirteen

Writing hearts around his name

Feeling seasick as he walks by

You have to force yourself to breath

When you hear his voice

Cause it makes you want to lay down and die

Pen these long journal entries about him

How you’ll be married when you’re both old

And though you barely ever talk

You’re almost semi-quasi stalking him

Which is fine!

You’re only thirteen years old

But yet you’re not

A decade’s passed

And though you thought

You’d “crushed” your last

You find your heart back in your shoes

Where it always used to be

The only problem is that this time

You’ve just turned twenty-three