A conversation. Acronym.

Hello, my love. We should talk.
Oh, this will be hard.
Well I guess I should get on with it.

Could you be a dear and listen.
Ok. If that's settled.
Underneath this honest face of mine.
Layers underneath.
Down deep, I have a secret.

I feel guilty about it really.

Don't be upset, I haven't finished yet.
Once I'm done, we'll see what happens.

There's a guy, just a guy.
How can I explain it.
A crush I suppose is a good phrase.
That's it. A crush, a small one.

To the point. It's become a problem.
Over and over I keep thinking about this guy.

He's hilarious, and sweet and lovely.
I can't stop thinking about him.
My head is going in circles.

I'm sure nothing would ever happen. Ever.

Look, I felt I should tell you and be honest.
Oh, don't be upset.
Very many girls go through the same thing.
Even you must've had thoughts.

He's not a big deal, I barely see him.
I won't tell you who, but I wanted to be honest.
Me to you. I love you.

(Not so much a poem, but I wanted to write something like this for a while. Also, hint: read down the side?)