Do You Like Me?

A poem about being oblivious to how people feel about me

If I didn't know any better,

I'd think that you like me.

That maybe your hand on my leg

as we drive around in my car

is more than just a comfy way to sit.

That your arm around my waist

as we walk around in public

is more than just a way to keep the creeps away.

That the kiss you give me

as you walk out the door

is more than just a cute way to say goodbye.

I'm sure that you like me,

but is it as more than just a friend?

Reviews

[PaleWriter]

It shouldn't be a mystery. Time reveals all.

[Tumi]

so true
engrossed by what we call love
even i fell to such case of recently
and i still haven't got my answer
a lovely write

[Green]

Yes sometimes it can be a little hard to tell, especially if you happen to have a more affectionate friend. To me, it certainly sounds like they do indeed like you as more than a friend, but it's easy to say that from way over here. I know from experience that when you have the full context and are in the middle of the situation, it's not always as easy to tell. It's one of the many mysteries of the world trying to figure stuff like this out.