Crush
Why do I keep looking, glancing, scrolling…
Anxious to devour his thoughts spanning page
A new doorway to his mind laid bare
To catch a glimpse of the same beauty he sees through a lens;
that beauty can be mine, if only for a stolen moment
I want to know what he knows, hear what he hears, see what he gazes upon
I want to be the page he caresses, the drink his lips meet
I want his attention, his affection, his singular choice
To be known and loved above all others is the highest rank of a heart’s cry
This heart’s cry
Crush
I don’t want to grieve him
I want to have him
