Don't Ask Me

Don't ask me
how it feels to be admired
Don't ask me
how it feels to be told 'I Love You' all day
Don't ask me
how it feels to be held tight when I'm upset
Don't ask me
how it feels to be picked over all the girls he hangs out with
Don't ask me
how it feels when he plays with my hair
Don't ask me
how it feels when he tickles and wrestles with me
Don't ask me
how it feels when he talks to me,
or tells me jokes,
or brings me flowers just because
Don't ask me
how it feels when he throws pebbles at my window at night
and how it feels to sleep in his arms
Don't ask me
how it feels when he sings to me, no matter how terrible it is
Don't ask me
how it feels when he makes me mad and then kisses me
Don't ask me
how it feels when he gives me piggy back rides
or pushes me on the swings
Don't ask me
how it feels to be called beautiful
Don't ask me
how it feels I'm sad and he stays on the phone,
even if I'm not saying anything
Don't ask me
how it feels to be looked into his eyes and smiled at
Don't ask me
how it feels when he kisses me on the forehead
Don't ask me
how it feels when we slow dance, even when there's no music
Don't ask me
how it feels to be kissed in the rain
So, don't ask me
how it feels to be told 'I Love You' when he falls in love with me,
because I'll never know.