the defectives

How do I know?
The smiles you give me,
the phrases you choose,
your eyes.
I stare into your eyes and my heart
jumps.
I stare into your eyes and my head
reels.
We’re best friends, but
I think I’m in love with you,
I’m convinced you’re in love with me,
but I can’t be sure.
I can’t tell you my feelings,
I can’t hear you tell me yours.
You’re the girl I want, but it cannot be.
Can we ever be together?
The answer to that is what really leaves
me numb.

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