Novel & Cerita Love Poems To Crush

His hands slide down the fabric until they reach my ass. How could I deny something from him? Kisses, caresses, sex. It's all about love, and I'm loving it. Well this has gotta be the longest crush ever Love is a drug, like the strongest stuff ever And, fuck it I'm on one, do you feel me? (Well, this has to be the greatest passion of all Love is a drug, like the strongest of all And shit, I'm on it, you feel me?) ●●

he whispers stretching his hand at me and I grab it as he pulled me gently to sit. No one can ever hate him. For his sake, I became a poet. "What are you doing here?" I asked trying to assume that he was an illusion. He was real, Cole is actually here. An invisible wind blew his hair as he radiates like the sun. My eyes were on him and every word he said faded. I can see myself in a fairytale with him. He is looking for me with a glass slipper and begging the king. "Please, find my Cinderella"

The crescent moon standing in radiant light, so does the light linger round our souls, intertwining. The sands standing firm in earthly adornment, like an immovable roadside tree, so does my love stand bellicose and accoutred—a lion, Immortal as God The dusts spiraling into a whirlwind, so does my mind spiral at the thought of you as i teleport into a utopia of endless possibilities.

Love; the word felt as though it was too easily thrown from mouth to mouth, but his mind couldn't help but wander to the antiquated words of Edmund Spenser. "My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great-Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But stronger grows the more I her entreat? Or how comes it that my exceeding heat is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold, But that I burn much more in boiling sweat, and feel my flames augmented manifold? What more miraculous thing may be told; That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice. And ice, which is congeal’d with senseless cold, should kindle fire by wonderful device?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes as amara smacked his arm before scolding him. "Was she talking to you in the first place? And what's the 'girls and their problems' supposed to mean? It's not our business and problem that your crush doesn't like you back." Amara ended with sarcastic air quotes as she look him up and down from beneath her eye lashes before brushing him off like an annoying fly. She rambled on and on as I zoned out again day dreaming about Silas, like I always doing, consciously and unconsciously.

I couldn't let my father's name be dragged through the mud because of me. For years, this was how it had been— Alexander would do anything to make me suffer. That once all-consuming love had turned into a hatred so deep it devoured me whole. The thought alone was enough to make me feel desolate. Suddenly, a fresh wave of blood gushed down my legs. Clutching the wall for support, I staggered to clean myself up, then, ignoring the stabbing pain coursing through my body, I left the healer's den.

To the dance floor. To the moment I'd seen another man approach her. To the brief second before Mason interrupted. To the irrational satisfaction I'd felt afterward. I set the glass down harder than intended. The sound echoed softly through the room. I frowned. Then picked it up again. The memory refused to leave. Ava laughing. Ava glaring. Ava refusing to look at me. Ava looking at me. My grip tightened unconsciously. The glass slipped. Time seemed to slow. Then…. Crash.

Aurora POV: I packed my gear and headed home. On my way home, it was still running a course in my mind, I hoped I wasn't hard on him. Well, it is very awkward, being crushed on by someone you have thought about in that light, there was no manual to letting them down slowly without hurting their feelings, but doing so only makes their fingers lingers on, which makes it harder on them and more akward for you. The only way to help them get over it is to reject them ruthlessly, it's like stepping on a worm firmly so it doesn't squirm. That's what I will do crush his heart so the feelings die painlessly.

Of hurting myself. ‘Choose me, Yoo-Mi. Just this fucking once... choose me.' Those words nearly broke me into two. Those words made me want to tell him that I would choose him. That I would do anything to keep his heart from breaking. But, if I did that, I would just end up hurting him more than I already am. I always thought love was supposed to be simple. That falling in love was rainbows and butterflies and magic. But it was not. It was complicated and chaotic. No matter how many times you attempt it.

I should've known, how could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine? I just love building things up and then ✨shattering✨ it so my readers have a mental breakdown. It's what I live for, LMFAO! SORRY!! Anyways, y'all, hold on tight because this is only getting crazier.