Playground

I wish that I was eight
so I could just chase you around the playground
and punch you on the arm
and that way I could tell you that I like you.

Or I wish that I was twelve
and I could pass you a note in class,
while all me friends around me
giggled and whispered behind their hands,
and that way you could tell me if you like me.

I don't like all this complication.
I don't like being afraid to say anything
because it might hurt our friendship
if you weren't interested.
I don't like waiting for you to make a move
that I'm not even sure you're going to make.
I don't like all the issues that come with every year.
All the tension and awkwardness.

Sometimes I don't understand
why I can't just chase you down
and make you circle one:
Yes or No I Like You.