I want to kiss you.

is that bad?

I don’t even know the first thing about you

other than your name

and that you dance

and you play piano

and you’re in the biology class before mine

and your birthday’s coming up,

and you’re not even that tall but still so tall

and you’re so pretty-

you’re beautiful-

have you seen your smile, it’s adorable,

you’re adorable,

and when you smile

time stands still.

it’s cliché, I know

but your smile…

ugh, and your eyes,

you smile from them,

you smile from your eyes and it’s adorable

and you’re adorable

and I want to kiss you.

I want you to kiss me.

you pretty boy, I want you to kiss me.

maybe that’s bad.

I don’t think I care if it is.

I want you to kiss me, bad.

I want you to pull me close

until we’re inches apart,

look me in my eyes

smiling shyly

as you get closer and closer

and our lips meet,

ever so gently.

I just want you to kiss me.

it’s a scary thought but I don’t care,

‘cause one day it won’t be.

you’re freaking beautiful.

and I want to kiss you.

I really, really want to kiss you.

it’s bad, but still.

I want to.