​​​You walk past me
and suddenly my body forgets
how to sit still.

 

You share a glance,

and something flutters

right beneath my ribs.

 

You are just another human—
I tell myself.
But every time you open the door
for me,
my spine straightens

You lean in and whisper, 

“You look gorgeous”

into my ears,
and my breath forgets to return.

 

I cross your path

more than needed.
I dress like

I am not trying.

But good lord, I am.

You make sure I eat.
You remember 

how I like my ginger tea.

 

You look at me 

like I’m already home—

And for a girl who’s still healing,
that is too dangerous.

 

Amidst the chaos,

you sit beside me.

Your presence made the chaos

blur.

Your presence made the ache

bearable.

 

You feel so close,

yet not mine.
And maybe 

that’s the thrill.