When I am near you
I constantly need to remind myself
not to stare at you perfect smile.
Since I don’t want to
get hypnotized by it.
When I am sending you text messages,
I want to confess
but each time it is like
I find myself in a courtroom.
As I get up to take the stand
to tell the truth,
the prosecutor’s voice in my head
keeps on nailing me with compelling arguments:
You have only known him for a few weeks.
He probably doesn’t feel the same.
In the midst, I hear the defence lawyer’s voice
starting to creep in.
Trying to convince me to tell the truth.
However, at the end of the trial
I leave the stand
without telling you the entire truth:
I think I like you.