I fiddle with my ring again
the one just like yours.

Pick up Jane Austen
Just to see your name.

It’s the little things
That keep me sane.

Write a hundred love letters
But never press send.

Complain to my friends again
“Why won’t this crush end?”

Wish you’d see in my eyes
I don’t want you as a friend.

God will send me to hell
For obsessing over your lips.

One day I’ll show you the poems
About how you’re the girl I’m in love with.