Incoherent Thoughts Organized Into Neat Paragraphs

To The Crush

The word crush feels dangerous.
To even utter it feels like holding a grenade to my chest.
Speaking it gives it power to blow my chest open.

So I don't tell my friends about you.
This like I hold tight in my fist.
When I make you laugh I slip your smiles into my pockets and feel their warmth on the cold days.
Sometimes I think you know.
That you can smell the smitten on my sweater.
Sometimes I wish you did.
But not really

When you told me about your girlfriend...
I played it cool.
Pretended that the absentminded grin you wore when you talked about her didn't send pieces of my heart across the room.
Pretended my ears weren't ringing from the explosion.
Nodded my head as you told me she was the one.

But it's okay.
I'm over it.
Thats why I wrote you this poem.
Because like,
I don't even care anymore.

Well,
At least that's the script I read myself to sleep to make it hurt less.

I didn't like you that much anyway.