Crush

look at you.
your eyes sparkle with the spotlight
and your smile
oh that smile!
like the rest of the world stops.

You hold the script, like something to conquer
I stare a little.
and then!
and then you start speaking!
your fake accent like honey in the air
and I smile a little.

we sit on the windowsill.
neither of us can hear over the music
you look down at my jumper
and you smile a lot.
I go flush, and i go quiet.
and then I kick myself on the bus

I am sat on the floor,
goosebumps on my legs,
choking in hairspray.
you look down at me
just three simple words.
and I flush and I grin
and I think about it for weeks.