I’ve got a thing for her.
Not because he wants her.
Not because she wants him.
Not because she’s
bigger,
better,
prettier than me,
but because she’s gorgeous,
all on her own.
Because she knows
how to dance and
how to bake bread and
how to break bread and
how to to laugh and cry.
Because she wakes me
with kisses,
and tucks me in
the same way.
Nothing like a crush
