#crush poetry
Do I just spill my fucking guts?
I’m only good at either complete subtlety
Or wearing my heart like a tattoo sleeve
Maybe I’ll go be naked on stage
Then go into witness protection
And never be heard from again
I sat from across the room with my group of friends and you sat on the other side with yours. We usually had our occasional eye contacts to one another. Then she came, she was one among the many that wanted your attention. I sat in silence from the other side of the room, watching her bounce her way into your circle of friends, she noticeably flirted with you as you laughed at her incoherent jokes and comments. Angered burned inside my veins as I continue to look off into the distance as the two of you continued your foreplay. She made a comment that caused you to throw your head back and laugh as she grasped the opportunity to slyly touch you. In the midst of her telling you about her all so interesting trip to Manhattan, your eyes scanned the room for mine. There I was, fuming with rage as we exchanged eye contact from a distance until she called for your attention again. She continued to talk and talk, but I could tell that you were not interested in what she was discussing, but more interested in the jealousness that took over me. I could see it, from the frequent glances and smirks you sent across to me with every phony joke she made. We were not even an item, we had never talked like that before, yet jealousness burned inside of me, and you enjoyed every bit of it.
I really thought that if I distanced myself, and if I let go first; then I could move on. I thought that my feelings for you weren’t strong enough to foster. Until we were stuck in the same 10 am biology lecture, and you approached me with your autumn eyes, that I then knew why some feelings couldn’t simply go away.
— heart2heartwritings
I see the way you two talk
and I know what’s happening
because it happened to you and me
a long time ago I was your first choice
Oh can you not see the sparks
that fly from my chest
every time I look at you
I will be there for you
Hold my hand
and tell me you care for me
put a smile on my face
and tell me I’m beautiful
make me laugh
and make our time together magical
I still remember our first meeting
I was so nervous to sit next to you
I think I forgot how to talk
and then you started the conversation
and suddenly everything was fine
I think I will never be able
to tell you
what I really feel for you
“i want to get drunk, tell you how i feel, kiss your face and hold you tight.”
— 7:21 PM
“oh, i’d rather be
kissing in summer, so innocent
in your apartment on the weekends
lift up my dress to see where you’ve been
that’s what i want and that’s where i am
bite off an apple right from your fridge
come here and taste it right off my lips
spill your emotions into my hands
that’s what i want.”
—apple by julia michaels, inner monologue part 1
“i became sick to my stomach when i realized how much i’d do for you.”
— stupid for you (10:07 pm, AP)
“but whenever a love song came on, i’d think about you. whenever i couldn’t sleep, i’d think about you. whenever something incredible happened, you’d be the first person i’d want to tell. whenever i was sad, i’d only ever want to talk to you. whenever i wanted to be touched, i only ever wanted to be touched by you. on a rainy day i’d want to curl up in bed with you. on a sunny one i’d want to drive around with the windows down with your hand on my thigh. it’s you. it has fucking always been you.”
— everything i didn’t say (6:54 pm, AP)
“i could not control the electricity that would course through my body whenever i thought of him touching me. evenings spent imagining his fingers anywhere and everywhere and afternoon day dreams of my fingers pulling through his hair consumed me. late night chats with his words lifting me up and wrapping around me were the highlight of my days. we promised ourselves that if we could not see each other, we would make the most of what we could do. that is how we made it work.”
— long distance (7:41 PM, AP)
“no matter what happens,
i always have
and i always will
find my way back to you.
no matter how much we fight
or cheat
no matter how long it’s been
we always end up colliding nonetheless.
and i have never understood
why i always find myself back between your
stupid
warm
loving arms
but it has always been you.
it has always fucking been you.”
— always (9:44 pm, AP)
“don’t call me baby
unless you mean it,
don’t tell me you need me
if you don’t believe it,
so let me know the truth
before i dive right into you.”
— dive by ed sheeran
“i miss you so much
but all i can do now
is listen to your favourite song
and pretend it is you
singing it to me.”
6 months
“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 can hold 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.”
— love and sex (what i want)
“My loneliness became the fire behind my ambition. I would no longer dwell in my desire to be loved; I would simply begin to love myself. I would get busy. I would work on myself harder than ever before. I would put all of my energy I had been using to pity myself for being alone towards something wonderful for myself. I was going to fall in love with being alive and find the purpose of each day. Little did I know, loving myself would lead me to the love I had previously been searching desperately for. I hadn’t been looking, so he came right to me. Self love is everything. Never underestimate the power of your own drive.”
— the night i turned myself around (10:07 PM)
“Every inch of me is trembling, but not from the cold.”
— Elsa, Frozen 2 (Show Yourself)
“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)
