Poems.

This is going to hurt.

I want to tell a boy that I love his existence, and his laugh,
and his smile,
and his family,
and his humor
everything about him puts me in a better mood.

We live two blocks away from each other,
but somehow I can't muster the courage to tell him that I'm in love with him.

This is going to hurt when I tell him.

If I tell him that I love him, things might not be the same afterwards.

Feelings might not be reciprocated.

But love should be a reciprocal thing, or feeling for that matter.

If I were to tell him that I love him,
it's as if I am falling backwards into the unknown, and there might not be a net at the bottom to catch me.

This is going to hurt.