A stolen glance
Across tables...

I can't believe you.
How could you say that...

It tingles,
Moving...

Act 1 was lunch
So long ago...

A puppet controlled
He used to be real...

Anxiety and fear
Transition to the lost certainty...

And
inexperienced...

An action.
Of hate...

Two friends.
Hidden feelings...

The heart is so gentle,
It is sweet and kind...

A year ago it started,
My feelings grew like a flame...

A is for Anna, the first one to notice
B is for the blood that welled up...