She sat there, on the table.
And I, unable, to look her in the eye.
Desperate to tell her what I felt, my heart fluttering like a butterfly.
With a heavy breath and a thin smile.
I walked closer, but it took me a while.
I said hi, she said hi…
The moment drew nigh.
And so did the jitters.
And I crumbled under pressure.
The smile turned awkward.
And I couldn’t go forward, with a pounding heart and a restless soul.
Despair, feeding on me like a ghoul.
With quivering hands and a weakened resolve, I scurried past her, then ran out of sight.
Panting outside. Cursing, smiling, shaking my head, it was a flurry of emotions.
Emotions, of epic proportions.
Racked by guilt, bullied by shame.
I had only one person to blame.
Shackled by his shyness, an introverted boy.
Missed his moment of joy.
I change my path, whenever I see her in the distance.
Heart still pounding, face still smiling.
Wondering whether she also laughs, like me, at a disaster of my own making.
Or if she even thinks of me at all.
A shy, stupid boy who couldn’t tell her that he liked her.