Sit in your stiff plastic chair, as you sketch what unraveled me...

My heart bleeding in their hand, too timid to say a single, solitary word.

Their voice corners me in a pocket of air only we can reach,

An imaginary kiss, a whisk of wind around us...

We share a cabinet of inside jokes and playful laughter

Thick hair,

Wild eyes,

Blushing cheeks,

Fantastic fantasies circle around my young mind, searing shapes in my shadow forever.

Though I slip into the subtle art of flirtation, wishing against wishes the other would notice...

They ever do.

So it is like a forbidden vice that I whisper their name in my sleep...

But, I'll never let them know, rejection is my only fear,

And then our friendship would be ruined, though I feel that truth would be the best course of action, the accursed confession,

The tantalizing wish to tell...

And silent lips.

Quietly screaming in my mind, I tell them.

But they never hear me.