While working with you is fun,
I started realizing something,
I started to develop feelings for you.

Love it was,
But I felt.
I wanted to tell you what I feel,
But scared about what you say.

Butterflies I had,
But how badly I wanted to tell you.
I love you,
But what if you don’t feel the same.

Later I wanted to tell you,
But you a poached me,
Asking for help about a girl.
I thought you meant me,
But little was I wrong.

Later that evening,
I waited for you at a restaurant,
But saw you with another girl.

Broken I was,
And sad I was.
That’s when I promised myself,
That I will never love again.