Having a crush is such as the name, Crushing. Crushing at the feeling that it's all it is, like a rose budding too soon. Crushing at the thought that they don't even know. Your psyche is flattened by the your favorite person pulling the string releasing the anvil of feelings that is your soul. the steamroller that's left in neutral on an uphill slope. you feel like a car going too fast in a elementary school zone and it's about 2 o'clock. The time spent with them is like your computers dying and you find your charger right before it dies. When you touch them it's as if you're opening a pack of Oreo's and someone left you the last roll. When there's hugging involved I'm engulfed bu a planet where the air's light enough to hallucinate walking on clouds and being wrapped in rainbows, my heard beats almost lethally fast. I get light headed and almost fall when you release your grip. In the darkness of my room the thought of you makes me feel like a wet toothpick, bent by the weight of It's own existence because I don't have the stones to make you mine. I read your messages hoping, deep in my heart that you could possibly think of me like I do you. I melt with the sound of your laugh like a snowman in the dessert. When you call and your picture comes up my stomach drops as though I'm at Bush Gardens and I'm on their most legendary ride. But that's all it is, only a crush withering away through time like the forgotten memories of emotions long past.
