Clutching your hand

In a crowded place

Is like holding a rose

In a classroom

Where nobody else got a valentine.

Kissing your cheek

While being photographed

Is like being the nobody

Who the somebody loved

And declared so from a rooftop.

Holding your gaze

Longer than all of them

Is like winning a coveted prize

You never stood for

And claimed you didn't want, but did.