Again

August 8

I look at you today.
Talk to you today.
In a way I haven't.
Since last year.

I don't want to like you.
All over again this year.

Last Homecoming.
We went to the dance together.
But just as friends.
Because you didn't like me.
The way I liked you.

And I'm afraid.
That I might like you.

Still, I don't want it that way.
Because you're a good friend.
But not a good boyfriend.
You just don't seem like.
The "boyfriend" type.

I'm gonna try my hardest.
To not like you that way.
Again...