The Bell

writing this down
and reading it out loud
i'm shaking
as if i'm reading it
in front of our 4th period class.
i don't think i can express how much i want to talk to him.
i plan out every morning what i'm going to say.
yet every time i see him i freeze up,
not remembering what i was going to say.
i end up not saying anything for the rest of the day.
tears rolling down my face thinking that,
that might've been my only chance to tell him how i feel.
but the bell rings,
and we go our separate ways.