You.

You make me feel a lot of things.

You make me feel happy,

And safe,

And sad,

And confused.

You make me feel like nothing could go wrong again,

And nothing can hurt me anymore

And terrified to lose you,

And confused if I even have you. 

You.

You put your hand on my bare back when we hugged,

And danced with me, even just ishly.

And smiled at me,

And laughed.

You.

You got flustered  when I said you looked nice,

And hid your face when I said your smile was cute,

And you looked at me and I felt okay again.

You.

You didn’t take no because you know me better than that,

And you know when I’m not okay

And you don’t push too far.

You.

You flirt with her.

And say you don’t know how you feel,

And walk away.

And let me think I did something wrong.

You.

You say we’re friends,

And we are.

And we flirt.

You.

You made me feel a lot of things.