#girl crush poetry

[t0xic-waiste]

i can image us kissing for the first time

hip bones rubbing against each others

cheeks touching cheeks

your soft lips pressed against my glittery ones

your lips look like they would fit together perfectly on mine

i don't think either of us are ready for what's about to happen next

just wait and see how i make you fall in love with me

[heycallmeplease]

Richard Siken, via trivarnaharihara

[jimsgirl4ever]

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed

And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

-Sylvia Plath

[dollettecore]

hes so dreamy. i cant.

[ch3rrybite]

when you’re in love with your best friend, and it feels like carrying a secret so heavy it could crack you open.

when she leans her head on your shoulder, and every cell in your body lights up, but you have to sit there and pretend you’re fine. pretend you don’t dream of holding her hand forever, of taking her face in your hands and kissing her just once, just to see if she’d kiss you back.

when she tells you about the guy she has a crush on, and you smile, you always smile, because that’s what best friends do, right? we cheer each other on. but inside, something in you aches, this quiet, secret thing that hopes maybe—maybe one day, she’ll see you the way you see her.

it’s the way you know every detail of her: how her laughter changes when she’s tired, the way she twirls her hair when she’s nervous, how she only drinks her tea with too much sugar. and sometimes you wonder… does she know you like that? does she think of you the way you think of her?

you’d give anything just to know. just to know if she ever looks at you and feels that same skip in her heartbeat, that same quiet ache. but you don’t ask. you never ask, because it’s safer to stay quiet than to risk the truth that might break you.

and so, you sit there, loving her in silence, holding all the words you’ll never say.

[crush-echoes]

i will forever be unloved no matter how much i try

i will put in all of the effort yet no one is able to give back to me

im unloveable

[bookmothic-dyke]

Part of me hates it when people like me. Like when they like like me.

It feels like I’ve somehow deceived them or coerced them into their feelings… even though that’s very much not the truth of it. Even when I like them back, to whatever degree I do. I feel like a monster for being desired.

Unworthy of their care and infatuation.

A lie made flesh.

I know it’s not true. And I’m trying to work through it.

But still.

Even though I crave love and companionship.

A very small part of me hates being liked.

[doeeyedgirl]

hello, you

[thepeoplesevilhag]

I sit and wait for the day he asks me to be his. I swear I feel it getting closer day by day but does he…

[pandoras-prison]

"It's important to realise that we can miss something, but still don't want it back."

Paulo Coelho

[sajra-savera]

No. I don't love him. It's just a mere crush!

(I'll sob so hard if he ever holds me in his arms)

[t0xic-waiste]

why of all women do i choose you to want,

to obsesse over, to yearn for

is it because your hair falls in perfect waves over your shoulders

or that the back of your legs entice even the deepest of my desires

is it because you have the kindest touch ive felt in years, since the first girl i loved

if you want to could you maybe teach me how to love again

could you rewrite my story so im the girl who saves the princess this time.

i don't know how much our worlds could colllide without ending in disaster,

but i think the amount of love i have for you is worth a try

[elixirofblues]

[blossombambi]

"Falling in Love with a Dream"

In the realms of imagination, I found a heart that beats for me,

A soul that mirrors my own, yet lives beyond reality.

His eyes hold the stars and galaxies,

His laughter, a melody that dances through my mind.

I reach out to touch his hand,

But my arms grasp only air.

He lives in the pages of my stories,

His words, my heartbeat, his love, my soul's fire.

In the world of dreams, I find my home,

With a man only my mind could create.

I long for the day he becomes real,

To hold his hand and feel his embrace.

But until then, I'll savor his every word,

And dream of the love we share beyond these sheets of paper.

In the silence of my thoughts,

He brings comfort and joy,

A hope that one day, he'll step off the page,

And into my arms, where he truly belongs.

For now, I cherish our forbidden love,

A love that knows no bounds,

Bound only by the boundaries of fiction,

Yet boundless in my heart.

My eyes trace his every curve,

His every word, a secret I hold close.

His love for me, a whispered promise,

Echoing through the realms of my imagination.

In the depths of my dreams, I'll find peace,

With the man who will never leave me.

For in love, the heart knows no limits,

And my heart, forever bound to his, has no desire to be free.

But for now, I'm content to live in the realm between,

Where our love unfolds in words and ink.

For our love, though not tangible,

Is far stronger than any mere mortal bond could ever be.

[dollettecore]

chat i need him

[ch3rrybite]

i swear, i’m not thinking about her right now. it’s just that every song reminds me of her. every time i hear laughter, it’s like i’m straining to hear if it’s hers. i’m not obsessed or anything; i just notice the exact shade of brown in her eyes, that warm, soft color that looks like the first sip of coffee on a quiet morning.

i’m not in love, really, i’m not. i just find myself searching for long, wavy brown hair in every crowd, half-hoping she’ll be there, completely absorbed in whatever book’s stolen her attention today. sometimes, i think i’m only glancing over because i want to know what she’s reading. maybe because i want to understand what it is that fills her eyes with that light.

and it’s not like i’m waiting for her text or anything. i just… find myself looking at my phone a little too often. i'm not in love, it’s just… every time i think about the future, i can’t picture it without her in it.