Crush




Is it because it’s debilitating?

Is it because I want to feel the weight of you on top of me?

My ability to be normal, to be cool, to be poised

Has completely flown out the window.

I’m enamoured by your smell,

I can imagine your touch,

I have the urge to look away

As we stare I feel rushed.

The chemicals are always rushing to my brain

Your presence has me going insane.

I thought I knew all I could about love,

But now I have this silly little crush.