I read her moves
I read her words
I read the way she inches towards you
innocent, clean and friendly
It’s a shameful thought
but all I want to do is burn them
I’d never tell you but whenever I see these pictures,
of a dozen smiling faces,
pairs of dazzling eyes all over you
I want to hate you
One, for making me feel this insecure
Two, for planting in me this seed of interest
Three, for cultivating it
Four, for talking to me
for scaring me in the dark
for sharing your umbrella with me
Five, for being a friend
Six, for all that we’ll never be
Now I realized that seed was not a flower or a fruit
it was all thorns and weeds destined to wilt
it was a spell
that only rejection could undo
I'll never say. 