Dear Crush

My heart really wants you to know how i feel,

But I lack words to explain the feeling,

My mouth betrays me and turns dry,

I look at you and smile,

Knowing too well we may never be,

Part of me is happy my poor heart did not get broken,

I'd hate to ask if you feel the same only to be rejected,

It will only leave me more dejected,

Part of me also tells me I have a shot,

I can't just blow the chance,

Sooner or later I'll be forced to tell you the truth,

whatever the outcome may be,

I'll be glad the chip is off my shoulder.