It's different
So much a part
Of the 'other' checkbox
I can't truly define
This thing, these
Feelings so unlike
My only 'normal'
Stab at a relationship
I'm stopped flat
And I can't
Turn back

The butterflies
Are late, that
Sharp, jittering unease
That comes with
New feelings
New thoughts of
"I like you" and
"I wonder what
Your kisses taste like"
Has missed the train

I think of you
Near constantly
Yet I hardly
Know you
At all