My Girl Crush.

She was like nothing  I’d ever seen before,

The way she walked into a room, everyone stopped and everyone stared.

I wished and I hoped, that one day she would notice me.

I’d dream about her cherry coloured lips, and her sweet scented perfume.

I just wanted her for my own, I want to stare into her eyes, I want to be with her alone.

I have no idea, I really have no clue as to whether she would want me,

A stupid little Ranga girl. No I’m not anything special, I’m really just plain Jane.

She probably has a boyfriend, he’s probably captain of the football team.

She deserves so much better, so I’ll keep my crush inside me.

She’ll never know I love her, no one shall ever know.

Reviews

[Kaine]

I don't know how personal this poem is to you, but I'm sure this is reality to some, so I feel like I should treat it as a personal thing.
I may not be the best suited person to comment on this topic, because when on rare occasion I actually have a crush on someone, or something along those lines, I tend to unabashedly admit it, with no concern for that persons gender or sexual orientation. I honestly don't think it matters; rejection feels the same regardless.
But this is about acceptance, I think(?), and as I just explained, I'm not inclined to be concerned about that, but I still feel the priorities are a little messed up. Of course, that's not something I could blame anyone for, except for maybe saying that something is wrong with the world in general. In the end, I think the only thing that matters is whether you can accept yourself for being who you are. Some people will reject you, some will even hate you, but that kind of contempt is something that pertains to anything remotely different from the norm; it's not limited to sexual oriontetion. The moment that kind of hardship becomes unbearable, is the moment you let it get to you and actually start believing that something is wrong with you. On the other hand, if you can accept yourself for who you are, that kind of hardship becomes a test of courage that ultimately will strengthen your resolve and leave you with a greater feeling of achievement. I think. Sorry, that was kind of a long ramble.
Anyway, the possibility of rejection comes later; first is acceptance of yourself and your own feelings. Gender doesn't matter in that equation.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

dang!

this seems so realistic

[Missy Moooooo]

Nice write. :) I can relate but the other way around. I like a boy and he's popular and what not. He's sweet when it's just us and mean when it's not. But he's got a charming way to be rude...Idk...Nice write: )

[Sunflower]

i love this poem, very nice write

[Tomislav Petricevic]

A great poem, and thanks for sharing it with us! Respect for opening up :)

[s.r.knight]

I love Gay poetry. I understand the pain of having to hide feelings for someone especially if they're straight. This is definitely relatable to a lot of people. Lovely work

[Tabitha t]

As a lesbian myself I really do like the part where you go from talking about you to that boyfriend she may or may not have. This poem could really be expanded in but I do like it alot

[Becky Clancy]

I like it ^^

[patricia]

oh those crushes, and all the time i spent on them, almost make life worth living for, as i remember. loved it. thanks.

[R J Askew]

This is great. I love it because if captures how life is. Those lucky luscious people who everyone loves often have hard lives thought because being beautiful and loved by everyone causes all manner of problems. The rest of us can just look at them in lovelorn envy. Life is a monster in the uneven way it dishes out good lucks. Of course crushes die like bubbles. Life is terrible in its fickleness.

[reflectingus]

haha aww, I think this is really sweet. Love the way you have expressed your feelings :)