I was so happy when he glanced
At me; his crush
He wanted nothing more than to touch
My hair, pushing it behind my ear as he whispered
Sweet nothings
And my eyes happily began to tear

Later, I began to tear
Up the notes of ex boyfriends and glance
Out the window at nothing
Thinking of my crush
Remembering his whisper
And his soft touch

I soon had the chance to touch
Him again and tear
Off his shirt, while his body whispered
“Feel me.” Suddenly I was distracted by his glance
at his cell, a text from another crush
He made me feel like nothing.

“Its fine, Its nothing.”
He lied, as he touched
My chin so gently, crushing
All hope for a successful relationship, a tear
rolled down my face and he glanced
at me, “Don’t cry” he whispered

“I do love ya” he whispered
“What’s wrong?” “Nothing.”
I replied. Glancing
At another guy, but wanting to touch
The one in front of me and tear
His hopes of courting his other crush

“Really I don’t like that other girl, she has a crush”
“On me,” he said, whispering
“Wipe your tears”
babe.” He brought a smile to my face. Nothing
was wrong. Touch
my face and kiss me, don’t glance

Away. I thought. That’s why it’s called a crush. In the end you’re left with nothing
But the memories of soft whispers and his sweet touch
Memories of the tears you cried and his cute little loving glance