to (who must have been, or still is) my crush
(i think so anyway, I’m still not very sure myself)
(do I even like you in that way anyway?)
I think I’m the benevolent Goliath and
you’re like my David (wait no that doesn’t work
that sounds terrible, that doesn’t make sense)
scratch that, I (what, I what?)
I don’t know what to fill in for this line
or the next one or the one after that
(so I’ll keep dragging things out until I think of something)
I won’t be sappy, I won’t be drunk: you’re not very beautiful
(hell you could pass off as my younger sister
or my older sister)
but to me you are infinitely charming despite (fuck, I have nothing
to actually say here, damn it all to hell)
(why did I use ‘scratch that’ earlier?)
(I can’t be romantic for nuts, how do you praise girls)
and yet you’re none the wiser, (something should go here)
(this didn’t flow as I intended it to)
I think what I want to tell you is
I’m not afraid of being rejected
I’m just afraid of succeeding
(but maybe that’s just wishful thinking)