My Crush Poems Novels & Stories

He’s right. And that’s the problem. Gwen’s laugh carries over again—distant, happy. CK doesn’t move. Doesn’t touch me again. Just watches me unravel. I’m trapped. In a corner. At a party. With my best friend’s crush. Who’s now my roommate. Who knows exactly how I sound when I come. And I still want him. Fuck.

All that we can be, where this thing can go? Am I crazy or falling in love? Is it real or just another crush? Do you catch a breath when I look at you? Are you holding back like the way I do? 'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy Goin' away ay-ay-ay-ayy

My first crush was when I was eleven, I was crushing on my math teacher. At first, I was normal around him, it was just a student-teacher thing. He was nice to me and before I knew it, I suddenly lost the ability to speak in front of him or look him in the eyes. All I did was splutter, blathered, or stuttered like a fool. My face and neck were always red, my hands would shake like no man's business. In conclusion, I acted like an idiot and never said anything good when I had a crush. Luckily, my crush tend to die fast, it died in two weeks. The same thing went with my second crush at thirteen and he was my age. I made a complete fool out of myself but fortunately, it died in exactly two week

“Come on Veda, don't be ridiculous. You can't have yourself as a mate and I am serious with all I am saying lately” “Okay, please Jay you have made our point about having a crush on me, I get it now. Just stop right away with the compliments, Did you say dropped-dead gorgeous, Jay? Seriously, come up with something else ” I teased him and I know he sits well with him but he is getting me aroused with his words. “Wait, I never said I am crushing on you, well it isn't Like I wouldn't want to crush on you. Never mind you are beautiful, don't believe me? I know so sure you are beautiful”

“If we could go back in time, I’d kick those kids’ butts.” “Alas, we can only move forward,” Cassidy said. She turned to Tessa. “How about you?” Tessa sighed dramatically. "I had a crush on a boy. I wrote him a love poem. Goddess, this is embarrassing. It was so sappy. I put it in his locker, hid, and watched him find it. He read it, then his friends took it, and they passed it around, laughing and making fun of him. My only saving grace was that I didn't sign my name, so they didn’t know who wrote it. I threw away all my poetry books that day."

I like how he stopped the basketball from hitting me as it flew toward me. "I also like how polite and sincere he is when he rejects another person's confession. "I'm the one who gets jealous whenever I steal a glance at him and see the marks on his neck, but I'm also the one who willingly braves a storm to sneakily place some medicine in his locker when he gets hurt during a basketball match. I'm also the one who scribbles his name all over my notebooks. "Perhaps he'll never remember my name in this lifetime, but it doesn't matter. After all, having a crush on someone has always been a chaotic and solitary struggle."

She was mesmerized at how gorgeous his hair looked, even when it was wet, although she had expected that. Caden Miller, perfect in all senses. The guy who knew just how to charm you without even trying. She felt weak, sitting in front of him, her heart in shambles. There was a time when she believed a little crush on him wouldn’t hurt her, but it had put her through a rollercoaster of emotions. After all, that was what high school crushes were supposed to feel like. Crushes are called crushes because of their ability to crush your heart.

I had a crush on Colton Hastings, a huge, massive, undeniable, implausible, painful, unconditional, and irrevocable crush. I am so fucking screwed. Yet despite the unfortunate realization, I found myself whispering to him. "I still hate you." ~~~ Don't you hate it when you have a crush?