Interpretation

The thing about poetry is that it's open to interpretation. I wrote a poem (see below) and it's about this guy I know who is slightly mysterious and draws me in. I like him as a friend, and that's it...I also like his girlfriend, she's a cool girl. The interesting thing (or problem in my opinion) is that all of my friends who read this poem automatically assume that I have a crush on this guy (what are we, in 7th grade, who has crushes at this age??). I don't! I'm definitely intrigued by him and drawn in by his eyes (which is the subject matter of the poem), but no where do you read that I am interested in him as more than a friend...and interesting presumption and misconstrued read between the lines will lead you to a different conclusion, but my whole thing is being honest and telling it like it is, which is exactly what I did here, yet somehow people still don't get it...

Those eyes.
Seemingly unchanging.
Not an expression on his face,
yet something there
in those blue oceans
betrays the stillness of his face
trying hard to read what we think
staring deep into the windows of my soul.
I can see it
a slight twinkle of a smile
only visible through those baby blues.
His face is unchanging
but those eyes...
they draw me in
and at times I find it hard to pull away
a slight smile blatantly giving me away.
I never was much good at hiding my feelings.