I don't have a crush on you,
I love you with a
passion that burns
hotter than the purgatory
flames of nirvana,
my attraction for you is like none other
the kind of herd trance that brings
a butterfly to nectar
everytime you look my way
I feel as if liquid adrenaline is
being pumped into my bloodstream
my heart beats so hard
I'd swear it's trying to break out of my chest
my mouth goes dry, my stomach feels heavy, I sweat
lose myself completely and feel
as if am about to go insane
I hyperventilate
your celestial form is my last coherent thought
each and every night
as my head hits the pillow
I don't know what's going on with me
but all I know is that I don't have a
crush on you
am falling for you
and hard
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THE SAGE'S DeCLASSIFIED SURVIVAL GUIDE (FOR DUDES AND DUDETTES)
PoetryIf life is a struggle then we're a beautiful mess.