you push me 
i punch you 
you stick your tongue out 
I make farting noises

you hide behind your dark gray hoodie
I slip away into my head 
you act like I ignored you
I make a point 

you roll your eyes 
I make a bored face
you glance coyly at him
while I stare, red cheeked, and jealous at you.

you try to understand 
while I stutter away 
you look confused 
as I fail to say. . .

what I meant,
was I loved you. 

what you meant,
was we were just friends.