Crush

The truth can hurt.

We talk

We fake 

Our words

To say something 

So real

We hide

Our obsessions

Diminish our self worth

Question our interests

Ourselves

So why

Not say

What we mean

What we need

What we want

What is ours

Because

We deserve

The chance

To say

What we feel

Without remorse

Without shame

Or second guesses

Or wonder –

Wonder

About feelings

And the:

Yes, NO, MaYBe

Of that someone

That can’t understand

Why you cry

Why you laugh

Why you stutter

Why you silence –

your heartbeat

Why you disguise –

your blushing

Why you become –

Sweaty,

And clumsy,

And quiet,

And confused

Thinking

That maybe

Just once

They will know

What they long for

Is YOU

And this CRUSH

Is nothing more

Than an excuse 

To feel human

To feel that rush of excited nervousness

To be vulnerable

To dream

To feel something

More –

Than just

Ordinary.

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