My Crush Poems Novels & Stories

“Oh, boy. I said it’s just for fun! Did you hear me? So, do not assume. Because I don't have a crush on you and I will never? I won't like you!” “Oh? Admit it. Admit.” “Assuming beast. Sorry, you’re not even my type.” “I didn’t say I was your type. I said ‘crush, baby.” I smiled even in disgust. “Oh,‘ crush ’and‘ type ’ almost mean the same, baby,” I said. “No, they’re different, babe. I thought you were smart?”

Whenever I close my eyes, the kiss starts replaying and the damn butterflies start their Zumba dance all over again! Even after he hurt me by calling me "Entertainment" my stupid self still likes him. He has those strong attractive vibes around him that attracts me to him like desperate single bee ready to mingle! Let’s just say I still have a crush on my bully. Hey! It's not a bad thing! Crushes are the reason being single is not utterly boring. Trrrrr....Trrrr.... Can anyone please stop my horrible alarm clock?! I opened my eyes, frustrated and pressed it to shut.

Not that she needs to do that, her one look of approval is enough for him to get the message across. They spend another few minutes in absolute silence. She offers him one of her airpods as she listens to some music. “I'm not into either metal or breakup songs.” She rolls her eyes at his pathetic attempt at making a joke. At the end, he is the one who lets out an awkward laugh and not her. “You are a diva. It's annoying.” Now it's time to roll his eyes. She isn't done insulting him, she goes on to say, “I don't know why I had a crush on you in the first place.”

I sat at the edge of the bed and my Dad sat on the chair at my study table and it was quiet for a while. "Dad I would like to ask you something but don't get me wrong. It's about my friend. I would like to help her out because she feels frustrated."I took a nervous breath. My Dad looked at me with raised eyebrows and nodded at my words. "What would you do if you had a crush on someone but the person has never noticed you? I mean the person has eyes for other people but not you?"I Finally spoke out the words that have been stuck in my throat for way too long.

“Brittney, I was wondering if you’d join me for a drink. There’s a place nearby.” The words felt surreal, as though I’d stepped into Someone else’s life. I couldn’t believe my boss, my high school crush, was asking me out. For a while, I just stood there, staring at him, my pulse racing in confusion. But as tempting as the idea was, I couldn’t accept. “I appreciate the offer,” I muttered, trying to steady my voice. “But I really can’t.” His brows furrowed slightly, but his face remained composed. “Can’t, or won’t?”

I spilt the tears. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I can't seem to stop replaying the moment. It was just too embarrassing that the person I've had a crush on since i first stare has his brown eyes, even if it was just for a short while, I still can't stop the memory of slap that still replay on my head. I just let my "pride" down and cry my heart out because it was just too hurt, not just because of the slap or the public but because I had a "CRUSH" on him, a crush on a lowful guy.

He who angers you conquers you. ~Elizabeth Kenny Charlotte "Who might this 'arrogant ass jerk face' be?" the woman I had just vented out to asked air quoting the names I called Anthony. "His my crush," I sighed feeling stupid, "I know it's pathetic, I'm a grown ass woman who still has a crush and complains about him like a high school teenager," I rumbled on and on. "but it's not my fault the bastard doesn't like me the way I do him, who am I kidding, he’ll never like me in that way, he only tolerates me because of my family." I laughed at how pathetic I was.

The rest of the drive to school was quiet, just me breathing in his pine, cold pear, and crushed mint scent that made my stomach churn in a fluttery way. Fuck. How is it possible to have a crush on three people all at the same time?

When I had undressed and had the water running I started sing the song I got a girl crush Hate to admit it but I got a heart rush Ain't slowing down I got it real bad Want everything she has That smile and that midnight laugh She's giving you now I want to taste her lips Yeah, 'cause they taste like you I want to drown myself In a bottle of her perfume I want her long blonde hair I want her magic touch Yeah, 'cause maybe then You'd want me just as much I got a girl crush I got a girl crush I heard the bathroom door open and then Carol yelled “Would you quit messing around in there! I have things to do you know?” “Get out!” I yelled angrily and poked my head out from the glass door.

"Yeah, one might wonder that." "Yeah, " Lia seconded. "What about your dating life?" "I had a crush which got crushed pretty soon after I admitted it to myself." "Wow, tell me about it." Asyer was interested. "He was a guy in my class. Handsome, smart, and well, breathtaking. But he was dating his girlfriend. So yeah, I was crushed but my new science project distracted me." "Wow, did you confess?" "I managed to write a poem." "Let's hear it."