Tongue tied, hopeless, utterly shy
Please look away from me as a boy.
Too timid by far to talk to a girl.
But yes it could happen.
I did have a crush.
But that would be daydreams
Doodling a name
Carving initials onto my arm.
Seldom encountered
Seen from afar
A made up person
Not the real girl.
Perhaps one encounter
It didn’t go well.
And that’s all I’m saying.
There’s nothing to tell.