He

Butterflies pounding, pounding in my stomach,

Heart beating to the beat of their wings,

Blood rushed to my head from the beat,

I see him.

He is loud, adorable, amazing, 

He is the one who makes my head spin,

He is the one who catches my breath,

He is the one who doesn't seem to notice.

I am the one in black, 

Barely able to speak two words to him,

But is able to smile at his jokes while others are groaning.

I am the one who is awkward and quiet,

And I am the one with the shyness issue.

Except for when I'm around,

His loudness quiets,

His eyes fall downwards,

His shoes get interesting.

And I can't tell if that

Is a good thing, 

Or a bad.

-Endora of Mind