I Have a Crush

I have a crush
Someone who can keep my thoughts occupied in my sleep
Someone I can dream about in the daytime
Someone whom I wonder if wondering about me.

I have a crush
I have to keep confined
Because telling of this crush would ultimately impair the outcome of the relationship.

This is not easy.

I have a crush
whom I treat with ignorance
with silence, with spite
because in my mouth is a nasty taste of bitterness
from the last crush
Crushed.

What do I do?

Delight in the angst of the crush?
Relish in the immediacy of unpredictability?
Enjoy this feeling of being a Hunter
and not the hunted.

Why, yes, I think I will.
And own the lion's den where I sleep
And own the place I keep sacred in my heart
And own the outcome of my choices.


But I have a crush
That makes me forget my hardships
and opens me up to the unpredictability
of the thing I may be worst at.


Relationships.