#crush poetry
“kiss my forehead, but bite my lips. tuck my hair behind my ears, but leave bite marks on my shoulders. hold me tighter than you ever have before, and that means you canhold my neck tighter, too. i’ll kiss your tears away, and i can kiss the pathway down to your zipper, too. i’ll hold you when you need me or even when you don’t, and i can leave scratches on your back sometimes, too. i want to kiss you when you need it most, but also where you need it most. the way we love each other is shown not just by our affection, but the way our bodies treat each other.”
— sex with the one you love (CS, 10:25 PM)
“i hated the way that he made me feel — absolutely, uncontrollably giddy. so giddy that my lips refused to reform to their usual pout; forced into a consistent smile. so giddy that my stomach erupted with the most delicate of butterflies everytime his name popped on my screen. so unbelievably giddy that i couldn’t even bring myself to hate it — i fucking loved it.”
— giddy for you (CS, 5:38 PM)
““and she was greedy,” he said, a gentle smile forming on his face. “but she was greedy in all the right ways. she didn’t want material things. she was greedy for the feeling of being loved so much that her heart felt happy almost all the time. she was greedy for being called princess and baby. she was greedy for my eyes, and for my laugh. for the way my lips felt on hers. for the way her small body fit in my big sweaters. she was greedy for my love. and oh god, was I ever greedy for hers.””— Greedy (6:38 AM)
“not even the thousands of miles between us could change the way we felt about each other.”
— i miss you (JB, 5:02 PM)
“I want to know everything about him. The little things, like his favourite food and colour, but I want to know the things no one else knows. I want to know what song makes him feel more than he’s ever felt. I want to know how he got every scar on his perfect body. Why he doesn’t talk to his dad anymore, his goals, his insecurities. I want to memorize all the freckles on his face and every muscle in his back. I want to understand every imperfection and tell him how truly perfect they are. I just want him.”
— i want you so bad (for bt, 08/08/21)
“she wanted to be the one to make him smile. she wanted to feel the purpose in his hands as they explored her body. she wanted to run her fingers through his hair as he fell asleep. she wanted to know about his past and become his future. she wanted to kiss him harder than she had ever kissed anyone before. how come it couldn’t be that easy?”
— parallels pt 2 (1:02 am)
“he wanted to know what her lips would feel like on his. he wanted to tuck her curls behind her ear when they fell in front of her perfect face. he wanted to wrap his arms around her delicate body. he wanted to comfort her when she cried and rub her back. he wanted to play her favourite song and dance around the kitchen. he wanted to here that goddamn laugh for the rest of his life, no matter what it took. he wanted to reach out and have her. how come it couldn’t be that easy?”
— parallels pt 1 (12:54 AM)
“oh, why’d you have to be so cute? it’s impossible to ignore you. why must you make me laugh so much? it’s bad enough we get along so well — just say goodnight and go.”
— the most relatable lyrics i’ve ever heard (goodnight n go, ariana grande)
“That small smile that he has on his face in the mornings when I finally get him to wake up after complaining about my alarm clock, the way his raspy morning voice says my name, the way he tries to force me to stay in bed with him and I end up squealing and running from the room, the way he likes his coffee black just like I do, the way I love him more than anything in the entire world and I wish he could be different. I wish you could be exactly the same, only different — it doesn’t make sense to me, and I know it won’t make sense to anyone else, but that’s the way it is. I wish I didn’t love him as much as I do. I wish he hadn’t made me fall in love with him.”
— After We Collided by Anna Todd (chapter 84, page 476)
“I cannot, and refuse to, spend another day crying over a dishonest boy with tattoos who doesn’t love me anymore.”
— After We Collided by Anna Todd (chapter 79, page 449)
“i knew i was fucked when taylor swift songs made me think of you.”
— sparks fly (OG)
“one of the hardest things i’ve had to endure is meeting the right person at the wrong time.”
— 4,445 km away (OG)
“if a man often compliments your body, but never calls you pretty or beautiful, you shouldn’t trust him. and if a man only ever compliments your looks, but never calls you passionate or intelligent or exquisite, then he is not the man for you. you are more than just a pretty face or a one night stand. know your worth, baby girl.”
— know your worth, baby girl (11:59 pm)
“if a man often compliments your body, but never calls you pretty or beautiful, you shouldn’t trust him. and if a man only ever compliments your looks, but never calls you passionate or intelligent or exquisite, then he is not the man for you. you are more than just a pretty face or a one night stand. know your worth, baby girl.”
— a message to my younger self (11:54 PM)
“i could drive around with you all night, listening to your shitty music and singing the words to each other. as long as i get to stare into those big brown eyes and watch you run your fingers through that curly brown hair, i will be eternally grateful.”
— thursday, june 4th, CL (chicago freestyle)
“we sat on the roof at 5 am and drank shitty coolers and as the sun began to rise, it felt like — even if only for a second — everything was going to be okay.”
“Something has changed in him, too, I can see it. It’s the way his smile is a little deeper and his eyes brighter. I don’t reckon that anyone else would be able to spot it, but I know him better than anyone, despite the many secrets of his that I plan to uncover.”
— After by Anna Todd (Chapter Seventy-Nine)
“i’ve been searching for you in other people.
i’ve come to the conclusion that no man will ever make me feel the way you did.
i hope one day, you feel the same way.”
— i miss you so much (mt 1:11 pm)
“the feeling that swallows you after your first sip of morning coffee. showering, putting on nothing but underwear and your biggest, comfiest t-shirt and crawling under the covers of your nice warm bed, cool air all around you. late summer nights with your best friends while the cool but sticky wind rushes through your beach waved hair. the gentle burn on your face as you roast a marshmallow over a lovely bonfire. curling up on the couch in your softest pyjamas with the coziest blanket, a fire crackling in the distance, and a book placed gently on your lap as the beautiful fluffy snow falls outside your window. waking up to the smell of pancakes and bacon and coffee on a sunny sunday morning. walking along the beach, the warm sand between your toes and the salt in your hair. listening to a song for the first time and knowing it will be your favourite. holding hands and feeling their fingertips trace gentle patterns along the sides of your wrists. kissing the love of your life until your lips are numb. these are the feelings i stay alive for.”
— feelings to stay alive for (hm, 12:51 am)
Shameless (2011)
