I don’t understand these feelings.

Why do I have it out for you?

My friends say you’re not that cool.

The fuck do I care.

They’re blinded by society and who we’re “supposed” to like.

So what if he doesn’t have shaggy hair?

So what if he’s not a “punk?”

Oh no, he’s not a jock!

It would be terrible to have any feelings for him!

But I see him differently.

I like that he writes poetry.

I like that he wears secondhand clothes.

I like how he treats me as a friend.

I like that he likes to shake my hand.

I like him.