Your dark curls make me blush and your smile makes me smile and every time I see you I have to hide. It's so hard to start talking but harder to stop, why can't I look in your eyes? Do you know what I hide inside my chest, do you know what love is? Or at least this kind of bloom, deep in my soul, cuz it's not a spark, not a flame, it's just kindling. But it's gonna light aflame, and what then? What do we do then? It's not my fault, right? If you weren't kind, and didn't treat me so gently, if you didn't look at me? If we hadn't talked, and if I had just walked away, where would I be? Your laugh makes my stomach flip and you suck all my oxygen, you're taunting and teasing me by existing. Your voice is a dream, and in my dreams, you're a nightmare. You terrify me. You're the "what ifs" and the "what are's" and the "what are we". But I know I'm the only asking, and I've just gotta breathe.