I don’t know what it is
about you and your face
that makes me feel something.
But every time I see you,
you and your head of bright, blonde hair
catch me off guard.
I almost feel guilty to talk to you
knowing how you make me feel,
because I know who you love,
and the thought of hurting her
goes against what I taught myself.
I have to actively remind myself to be respectful.
I have to actively remind myself to ignore how attracted I am to you.
After all, the only thing I really know about you is your name.