I.
My Grade 12 crush made a home
within notifications.
Every time my phone screen lit up
I hoped I would
be greeted with a new text from you.
II.
The goodnight messages
were my favourite.
III.
One night, after we said our goodnights,
I sat there, screen illuminated my room,
a smile plastered on lips
and the thought,
I like you,
rolled around my head.
IV.
You were the first crush,
first girl crush
that I didn't need to wait years
to figure out
and by then it was too late.
V.
But, I was scared.
What if
you don't like me.
What if
I ruined everything we've built
for this happiness
that lived next to my heart
VI.
I told you.
VII.
You didn't love me back.
The happiness skidded to my ribcage.
Scratches imbedded in bone.
It was hard to breath from the damaged.
VIII. But I understood.
As much as I want you to
love me, there was nothing I could do.
I wouldn't try to change myself,
I wouldn't try to convinced you to love me
because in the end,
that type of love is fleeing.
IX.
Thoughts about you
made an appearance
everyday, every night.
I couldn't stop.
X.
I would love to know what your lips
feel like press agenst mine.
XI. I would love to know
what a future with you
would look like
XII.
You were grounded,
phone taken away,
no way to contact you.
It's been weeks.
XIII.
I miss you
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Violet Strings
Puisi"My lips burn to feel the pressure of her lips on mine." Violet Strings is an LGBTQ+ poetry collection that focuses on romance between two girls, coming out, her not being accepted in her family and how she deals with everything.
