Crush

You're the boy who hardly gives me a second glance,
I'm the girl in your english class who you ask for help.

I'm not invisible, but I wouldn't say we're friends...

It's new years eve, you're drinking with mates,
I'm home with the girls-a quiet night in.

You and your mate decide to come round...

He wants to see my friend, you tag along to see me,
I go out to meet you so that she's not alone.

They walk off together...

You've been punched and you're bleeding,
I help clean you up, scratch blood from you're nose.

It's obvious you're wasted...

You tell me you want to kiss me,
I move away and claim that you're drunk.

You say you've wanted to for a long time...

You ask me again,
This time I let you, you taste like vodka.

You kiss me again... and again...

You move in one last time but I push you off,
I tell you I want to go find my friend.

Reluctantly you come with me...

You lean on me so that you can walk,
I think that what happened didnt mean anything.

My friend and I make to go back inside...

You hug me goodbye, kiss me on the cheek,
I hug you goodbye, and give you a smile.

You then give me a strange look...

"Did we kiss?" you ask me-genuinely confused,
I return the look and simply say "No."

My little secret...

It didn't mean anything at the time,
But i haven't stopped thinking about it since.

I hide my feelings...

I'm the girl who crushes on the boy,
You're the boy who crushes the girl.