Puppy love

"I don't like him, I really don't."
Those words keep running in my head,
But I just can't help it.
I have to just stare at him,
Just a glimpse
Then look away.
Repeated over and over again,
The times of puppy love.

"I'm just forcing myself to find a new love again... I'm not really into him, I don't like him..."
I keep that in my head but somehow,
Ends up in the corner of my head,
I just can't help it,
It just ends up there naturally.
Thoughts him when I go to bed,
A fantasy of a little girl and her crush,
I think of it again and again,
The times of puppy love.

"Aww... maybe I do like him..."
Some how stands in the middle of my brain,
While I grin at him when he's nearby,
But somehow I know it's puppy love,
Like a puppy, he's cute,
But also like a puppy,
You grow out of the cuteness,
And time just passes away.