I won’t say any names, but I know you’ll be able to identify who is the narrator for this poem and whom she is talking to. (I already gave you a hint saying that it’s a she).

Friend or more?

You’ve always been a brother to me
Ever since that first day
I laid my eyes upon you
Upon that scar
Upon that messy black hair

You were my brother’s friend
But when I first saw you,
I thought much more.

I had learned to keep my distance
Even though I’m not sure why
I’d given up hope
Because I realized
That you would never see me
For more than a friend
A best bud’s little sister
A small girl

But now…now I’m not so sure
Sometimes I glance over at you
And you look at me as though
You’ve stopped thinking of me as a friend
I can see it in your eyes
In how you speak
In your actions

I can almost see a hint
A waver
A flicker
Of jealousy on your face
When I reach up to kiss someone else

It almost feels weird now
To fall for my big brother’s best pal
After all, you are my friend too
I find that I can’t help it
I’m falling deeper
Deeper
Deeper
And I don’t know what to do