No
I don't have a crush on my best friend
But
I let her pick at my face and pop my pimples
Even though I think it's gross
So I can feel her hands rest on my face
And sometimes her thumb rests
On my lips
No
I don't have a crush on my best friend
But
The way her body curves makes
my heart
Beat faster
And my lips
Curl up
Though I'd love to glance down
And memorize every bend
I am content if my eyes never leave hers
Green laced with streaks of blue
No
I don't have a crush on my best friend
But
When she suggests we all "cuddle" when we
Three or four have a sleepover
I always find myself right in front of her
Stomach to my back
Arm around my ribs
And I wish I could lay with her more often
No
I don't have a crush on my best friend
But
When I wore our other friend Kaya's bikini in front of her
I basked in her glances like sunlight
And when I watched her side eye me when we ate
Kabobs on Kaya's back porch
I wondered what she'd look like in a bikini
Even if I already knew she wouldn't because
The scars on her thighs and upper arms
Are unlike mine scattered and unsuspected
Hers are in neat rows
No
I don't have a crush on my best friend
But
When she said she thought it would be funny
If we touched tongues
I didn't object
So we did
Briefly
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