i don’t want him to like me

he’s my best friend

that would ruin everything

but i feel it in the way he looks at me

the way he talks to me more

the way his hand touched mine, not on accident

it hurts

i don’t want him to like me

i don’t even know if he does

but it feels that way

like he does.

i hope he doesn’t

i wish he doesn’t

i like someone else

and even tho i say, ginger ale in hand

and sang together

doesn’t mean i like him like that

he’s my best friend

i don’t want to be more