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I know that we may not ever be, but this crushful lust is still inside of me.

If we never meet again, let me say I always liked you best; it's always been that way, here inside my chest.

Just a glance makes me blush, which makes me melt like slush.

Just one hug from you is so much better then from someone with the flu.

My jealousy has taken me over when I see her, the one who tries to win you over.

The one with a boyfriend; the first year whom I call a whore.

I try not to let you know, but I think I love you so, but how could I say so if I need to know you more.

I need to know do you know me too and see me like I see you too?

My urge to reach out to you has increased within each day, but I know not to if the some feelings were not there.

I want to stop thinking about you and my feeling for you because as I continue, I begin to make myself blue.

I fear you laughing at me if I decided to confess my feelings for you, This is my anger, this is my fear, this is my passion, my feelings inside my chest. This is why I'm afraid to show my feelings, my feelings for you.