Him Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

I'm falling for him,
hard.
I'm already falling,
I don't know how I would get out.

He likes me,
I like him back,
what's the issue then?

Me being
the cautious one.

I don't want to get hurt,
but I know I will anyway,
even if I stop now.

He makes me feel special,
and it makes me want to
hug him and cry.

But I don't,
I just enjoy the warmth of his
hugs.

I don't know what to do,
he's the first guy who's liked me.

I don't know how to feel,
I think it's deep affection (maybe
love?)

Eh, I guess I'll fall for him
some more

because if I hit the bottom
I guess I can nurse my
broken bones.