I don’t think you realise that you’re playing me

With your subtle compliments, your lame jokes

How you call me babe with nothing but amicable intentions

I don’t think you know how completely smitten I am

With your goofy smile, the way you make me feel

You’ve got me reeling off every love cliché there is

Because I think I’m feeling something for you

And I’m high on the thought, terrified of the thought, of it

I know you don’t feel the same way, we’re only friends

Only friends...but that doesn’t mean it can’t change, right?

Look what you’ve done to me without even trying

I’m imagining us together, holding hands

Candlelit dinners and long embraces – this isn’t me

I’ve never been a romantic, but you, you change me

With a single witty comment or sincere remark

I can never stay mad at you, no matter what you say

Because I’m utterly, strangely, inexplicably in love with you,

And I wish I could explain it, rationalise it

Hell, boy, you’ve got me writing love poetry in your name

Going to bed with asking you to the formal on my mind

It’s torment when you talk about your ideal girl

Because I fit everyone one of your criterion

But you never seem to notice that I do, yet

I notice that you’re perfect in every way

Precisely what I’ve dreamt of for seventeen years

When you tease me, I almost cringe

You’re so adorable, and I hate not having you

You don’t know what you’re doing to me, love

And I’m afraid you never will, and I’ll just continue

To be your paper doll, your toy, which you won’t

Even realise you have until I’m gone.