You’re my friend,

even if we barely speak.

We exchange looks,

that somehow make me weak.

Ever wonder why

I’m always so clumsy?

When next to you,

no one can remain grumpy.

but I have a reason to.

…right…?

I want to like you

just as a friend,

but you give me

that grin,

and my world

comes to an end.

I’m missing the

taste of cinnamon,

now replaced

by hints of lemon.

can’t tell if I like it

or if I’m just missing cinnamon.

…I hate being a teenager…

heard you two whisper,

your best friend talking

and you shushing him.

heard the phrase,

‘she’s right there.’

is it bad I wish

I was the ‘she?’

yeah.

it’s

b. a. d.

you’re my friend,

just my friend.

that’s what my brain says,

but does my heart agree?