I couldn’t tell if she was friend or foe

She was beautiful head to toe

When I was around her I felt manic

And led me to a state of panic

I couldn’t tell if with me she was coy

I think she’s into a boy

Beautiful scent, beautiful mind

I doubt that she’s ever be mind

She was popular and I was not

Very much not the popular lot

One day something felt odd

She was walking with this guy, Todd

To me, mean and rude

And often quite crude

He’d been mean to me for years

Very much ignored by my peers

As he walked by, he knocked my books out of hand

Such a maliced move on brand

He moved on and laughed

Whereas she stopped in her path

She helped me pick up my things

And slid back on my finger my pride ring

She patted it and winked

I just stared and blinked

She for a second held my hand

As she helped me up to stand

I said, “I must know on this day”

“Are you like me, gay?”

Looking back, seeing how she always looked at me

It was always clear to see

So, she turned and shrugged with a smile

For the truth had been there all the while