#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

[crush-echoes]

im so scared theyll all leave me

[gorextoy]

bike rides and prancing in the field, barefoot in sundresses and blue jean shorts. holding his big fingers, as he guides me to the prettiest lilies he’d entwine within my heatless curls he helped put into my hair the night before. a girl can only dream ༗࿇𓇢𓆸

[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

[cupidsnotesx]

“You’re mine. All mine.”

reader X crush

content warnings: nsfw

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The colorful city lights passed through the curtains, highlighting his shirtless body towering over you on the bed.

The dress and heels you had worn just hours before were scattered carelessly across the bedroom floor.

“You’re so pretty like this”, he whispered breathlessly letting his eyes wander across every inch of your exposed body underneath him.

“I see the way they look at you. The men at the bar. The hunger in their eyes. God, who wouldn’t?”

Your heart pounded in your chest.

“But you’re mine”, he growled, squeezing your hips with his firm hands as he leaned in and left a soft kiss on your lips.

“This pretty mouth of yours”, he murmured, pulling away and placing his thumb in between your lips.

“Your neck”.

You felt his hot breath against your skin as he left trails of gentle, sloppy kisses all the way down your neck, moving his hand from your mouth and placing it around your throat. he squeezed. your eyes widened in pleasure from his touch.

“Your pretty stomach”, he continued down your belly and then your thighs.

“These pretty legs”, he muttered and placed them on his shoulders, kissing them.

“All mine”.

He held your gaze. Everything disappeared around you. The dark bedroom. The sound of the busy city and traffic outside.

He gently tugged at the lace of your underwear, still keeping his eyes on you. You nodded.

He inserted himself into you, and you gasped audibly at the sensation.

He hushed you in a low, soft voice letting you adjust to him. Then, slowly, he started moving. Then he sped up his pace, growling with every thrust.

“Mine”, he exited you.

“Mine”, he repeated, as he slammed himself into you once more.

“Mine”.

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[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.

[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.

[snowwhitequeen117]

I have to let you go to find you again

[kather111ine]

why can’t i ever have a genuine crush

[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

[crush-echoes]

no matter what, i constantly get excluded, maybe i should just give up on trying to be worth anything to people

[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