All I Am. All I Have. Is Words.

A crush is like a song

A vinyl record I let play over and over til the needle wears  so deep in its trenches,

So entrenched inside me

It becomes the rhythm my pulse dances to

Now every time I hear it my heart beats like a snare drum

Organized para diddle beats giving way to uncontrolled thirty second note rolls

A closed snare drum who’s voice is dying to ring out

To vibrate on a wavelength.

Sets me off with a shot -and where I want to scream my hearts now closed

flip switched heart stitched mended but not healed.

A crush is the divine sin I need to confess

This place the temple the church the holy land of devout listeners

Adulation in the exoneration

Keep it clean

Remove your hearts before you fuck –

Never knowing if this is just lust

A crush- is the ultimate fantasy

Leaving the possibility of common courtesy

To be understood as super sleuth spy messages of secrecy

My eyes wide as decoder ring circumferences

Revealing truth

Cracking cranial consciousness in half

An infatuation

A preoccupation

Crush translates to destroy

Yet in the case of girl meets boy

Has the power to create hope in an otherwise desolate void

Kinda like music….

Yea, a crush is like a song that I’m the only one singing

Maybe one day I’ll turn up the volume

And you’ll sing it with me.