Her

No one knows about us, Not her parents or mine. None of our friends, or teachers. So when we held hands, That very first time, I became addicted to her. The feeling of her fingers, Her palm against mine, I couldn't believe it. My friends asked me questions, "Are you gay?" "Are you bi?" "Why didn't you tell us?" I didn't know the answer at the time. The only thing I knew, Was that this girl from New York, Had my heart in the palm of her hand. And that, Is all I could ever want.