i hug you
on tiptoes
with arms around your neck
like “girls do”
but i haven’t been a girl
since i was 7 years old
and i know that how you see me
doesn’t match up with
who i used to be
and the first time i
hugged you like that
i told you
i loved you
smelling like 11.5 hours
marinating in other people’s food
and you said you knew
when i said the day was horrible
and i want you to know
i didn’t mean for this to happen
heart eyes you don’t notice
talking about you like
you’re a new favorite book
pages i never want to stop
running my hands over
papercuts be damned
but i love you
for your long hair
black as ink
and other metaphors
and i wonder if you’d let me
run my fingers through it
like some cheesy romance novel
i love you
for your smile
and how you smile at me
still laughing at my lame jokes
about how queer i am
i love you
for how you said you
just have to
sing along to
in the danger zone and
the wall between us
hid a grin so wide
my cheeks hurt
and i love you
even though i know
this will never go anywhere
because i’m never going to
tell you
just how much i love you
just how much i want to kiss you
just how much i miss you
when you’re gone
and just how much i hope
you might love me back
enough to let me
be yours