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.