Mind’s moving at a million miles an hour minimum
Knees are knocking in a numb nervousness
Deafening discussion is diffusing in her dad’s diner
Fellow football players fumble while flirting with her

(Why do I think in alliteration when I’m nervous?)

C’mon, what’s the risk?
I just need to make her laugh
I’m a poet too

(Okay, what? Why am I thinking in haiku form now?)

Oh, but her brown eyes and smile so bright
from which I usually hide.
I just need to survive the pressure of this night
and speak to her side by side!

(Yes, the rhymes are making me feel smoother and calmer. I think it’s time to talk out loud.)