I like you…but I don’t know
how to show you. I once shared
those feelings but they came out
unconfident. I like you.
I like the way you smile, it’s easy
and toned back, more of a smirk but
not like a jerk, more of a commentary
on your thoughts and calmness.
I like our interaction. It is simple,
we seem to agree on a lot. In all
of our interactions, about our class,
we accomplished and overcame obstacles.
I would like to get to know you
better. I think we could be
a great team and have fun, make
the casual observer jealous of our connection.
Maybe you know and don’t like me
the same way. I should understand
humans are attracted to different characters
of people. I might not be your type.
I like you. I am an adult male,
writing poetry like a teenager cause
I don’t know how to get
you to like me.
I wrote this for someone in one of my graduate classes, it’s just a passing fancy of a poem. Sometimes I write to get a feeling out of my system. 2012.