Friday, March 26, 2010

crushing

it happens the first time your celebrate an occasion. you get something; stuffed. plush. something that catches your attention. you hold on to that for years. you would never let go. not ever. you cry when you have forgotten it behind and if you've misplaced it your freaking almost instantly. then you grow up and you fall for things that you can indulge in. things that can comfort you. things you come to love. things you let yourself open up too. you get comfortable. and your heart beats lightly to let you know your alive and you suddenly are washed over with the feeling of a million butterflies kissing your soul. all you want to do is touch, silently moving, fingertips. eyelashes. lips. your mind becomes an open book that you want looked at. read. shared. by this amazing thing you have encountered. you want to hold on as tight as you can. without seeming eager. rushed. demanding. and it's not that your demanding, needing, or any of the above. your heart is just swelling with such amazing pressure you want them to even try and taste what you mean. you hope they know what your talking about. blush, at the thought of telling them. you continue being you and they continue being them, and ultimately you just love the all around sensations your experiencing, but your selfish and want more. want them all to yourself. ultimately. you're crushed. a shade of rose tints your lips and you can't help but love the crushing state your in. your dreams seem more lifelike. you wake up and without thinking of anything else, there are thoughts of them already dancing alive. you take the time to contemplate. slow down. be smart. but you really just want to shake them up, grab hold and run. run and do whatever you want, as long as their near, you feel anything under and above the sun is yours. ours. you want much more then you try and let yourself believe because your don't want to trip. stumble. mess it up. but you have a snaking suspicion that even if for a moment, you did fall on your face, they'd be there waiting. your crushed and you cant get enough. your crushed and your losing your mind in the most wonderful ways.

your crushed.
i'm crushed.
crush.

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