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.