Now I’m not good at rhyming

It takes too much thinking

And we both know

How good I am at that

But I just wanted to tell you

In my own special way

That you, my friend,

Are special as well

And I know I should stop

And I know I should stay

But being in this position

Burns my heart away

See, I rhymed

I rhymed for you

So can you see the passion now?

It’s your fault anyway—being so cute

If you hadn’t given me that bracelet

This wouldn’t be resurfacing

But of course, you said,

“Hey, I stayed up last night making this; you want it?”

Of course I do!

Even though it broke

Twice I picked up all the pieces that scattered

I’ll keep it forever I’ll love you until I don’t But I won’t pursue But just stop being so cute

And stop being so nice And stop being so vulnerable And stop sharing looks with me And stop laughing that laugh of yours

“Stop being yourself” Is what I would say But I don’t really want that Do I?

Well, dang

I’m in love again.