Poems That I Form

Falling Has Never Felt Sweeter

I swear I didn't give him a love potion.
I swear I didn't sprinkle myself into his thoughts.
Yet he likes me.
He likes me.
It feels like when I turned on my favorite song on shuffle,
My art turning out perfect,
My favorite sweet being eaten.
I've never felt lighter.
It's been too long since I've felt so loved.
It's been so cold without a kind smile.
And yet.
He likes me.
He likes me.
It feels so unbelievable, a sweetheart loving an anti sociable outcast at a school that lives on rumors and vape.
And yet.
He told me he likes me.
I feel tall and confident.
I feel so weepy with happiness,
It's very pathetic.
He opened his heart and feelings to me tonight.
I did as well.
He trusts me.
He called me sweet.
He said I was smart.
I'm falling, faster and harsher than I ever had before.
Before Paige.
Before Jordan.
Before any person I've said I loved.
I'm going so fast I can hear the wind howling in my ears and tears leech out.
But falling has never felt sweeter.