crushed
i like you
and not just in a i-think-we'd-be-cute-together-way,
but in a i've-named-our-children-kinda-way,
like i think about you all day
like i'm sick of the games i have to play,
like i want to levitate to the stars
and tell them that i like you
until my voice is hoarse
until i fall from fatigue
until my face flushes with glee
because i like you
in a heart-racing, butterflies way
like i-dream-about-what-i'd-say
like name-in-notebook disarray
in a way so taxing that i don't have time to worry about whether you feel like i do
because i'm feeling enough for both me and you
and yes,
i like you
i hope you like me too.
YOU ARE READING
midnight // love poems
Poetryi'm trying to get over you. it should be easy, we never talk. but damn, in my dreams we do. || c o l l e c t i o n o f p o e m s ||
