How Do You?

How do you tell someone that you like them?

How do you stop the butterflies whenever you see their face?

How do you stop being nervous when they are around?

Do I just stare at the ground?

Or do I look around?

Sometimes I do not get it,

Why I feel the way I do.

They probably don’t even think of me,

Or know that I even exist.

Maybe I should just keep it to myself,

Like, those unshared poems or written diaries on my shelf.

But, what if, not saying what I feel,

Could be the one that got away, the love that was real?

-Skyheart