А Little Heart of Crush

 
They'll say - he fell in love
With that girl from Black County -
As though it were that simple.
So as their clicking emotions
Ride that single tiny sentence
To better accommodate the gossip sessions.

I don't expect them to comprehend
How this blood starts and stops in me
Cold in my veins, trying to compensate for
The irradic rhythms of my heart.
 
And should I possibly recreate for them
My soft dancing there over the pool table
As I line up my shot,
The hesitance of the blue chalk dust
Drifting to the floor,
The confident crack as the balls go slinging
Across the velvet.

Sounds like me, drawing emotion from trivialities
For my little heart of crush.