Crush

February 14, 2011
Now and again when I sit with my friends
They always ask me who I like
And when I don’t answer
They tease and say that
“It’s probably Bradley Smith
The captain of the foot ball team”
But there wrong.
I once had a crush
And I can still remember her

We never talked when ever I saw her
I was in middle school and she was in high school
The only reason we meet was because
We both had to pick up a younger sibling

So everyday around three we would wait in the gym
Me with my friend and her by herself
She never stood by us though
As if she was better or didn’t want to be bothered
By our childish antics
And preferred to text or play a game on her phone
Like we weren’t there

My friends didn’t notice that I wouldn’t listen to them when they talked
I was to busy staring across the room
Getting a glimpse of her face when she looked up and her hair would move
Ever so gently across her face
My heart fluttered every time

One day she caught me staring
I silently panicked when our eyes met
But she just smiled at me
Before going back to her phone
My heart exploded at this point
And I could only stand there
With my mouth a gape

Then there were the times when she came
And anyone could tell she was having one of those days
A steady glare as she marched in
Mumbling something to herself
Every time I wanted to talk to her
To ask what was wrong to see if
I could be that one person who
She could talk to

But I never got the guts

Besides her mumbling I had never heard her voice
And it was killing me
Was it soft and smooth like syrup
Or hard and demanding
But I couldn’t talk to her
Not with my friends around
They would ask questions

Finally the day came when I was there by myself
And I was going to do it I really was
Or that’s what I told myself
But I didn’t

So when my sister came
I went to leave, dejected
When something tapped me on the shoulder
Turning around it was her
“You dropped your book.” She said
A small smirked graced her face
As if she was trying to smile but couldn’t

“Thanks.” I said carefully grasping it
Our hands lightly touching under neither
She didn’t seem fazed by it though
Then she just turned and walked away

To this day I still don’t know her name
But she was my first crush
And will always have a special place
In my heart





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FlaviusJacobiusOssummuss said...
Nov. 14, 2011 at 1:32 pm
Dude, this is awesome.  Nuff said.
 
RyanTyler replied...
Nov. 16, 2011 at 12:10 pm
Thank you. That makes me feel a light and fluffy inside.
 
RyanTyler said...
Nov. 14, 2011 at 12:01 pm
My fifth story to get one hundred veiws. I would like to thank everyone who comments and those who read far enough to see this comment.
 
Jappyalldayeveryday said...
Nov. 13, 2011 at 1:06 pm
I read the short story version first, and honestly I think this version is way better. It's amazing :)
 
RyanTyler replied...
Nov. 14, 2011 at 11:50 am
Thanks. I wasn't sure if I made the wrong chose because everyone kept saying that it probably would of been better in a story form, but I love doing story poems, and I think this worked out a bit better than the second one.
 
sunny.all.day. said...
Oct. 11, 2011 at 8:42 pm
The idea was good, but I agree with Stargirl- I think it would be better as a short story or narrative or something, because as a free verse poem, it just doesnt... feel right? does that make sense? but they word choice was great :)
 
RyanTyler replied...
Oct. 12, 2011 at 7:26 am
Thank you.
 
Steph0804 said...
Oct. 2, 2011 at 4:03 am
Loved this! It's so descriptive and full of raw emotion... 5 stars!
 
RyanTyler replied...
Oct. 3, 2011 at 11:49 am

Thank you.  I worked really hard on this trying to convey the right kinds of emtions and I'm glad to see it paid off.

 

 
IamtheshyStargirl said...
Sept. 29, 2011 at 8:03 pm
This was quite good, though it just doesn't seem like a poem to me. I don't know why, I personally think that poetry has to do with imagery and emotion, not necessarily rhyme. This one seemed to have plenty of the first two. 
 
RyanTyler replied...
Sept. 30, 2011 at 9:47 am

Thank you, and yeah I was at a cross road of weath or not it was going to be a storie or a poem, and I went with poem in the end. But there were some parts that I though were more of a storie that a poem

 

 

 
LaceeJade This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 28, 2011 at 11:20 pm

Awe, this is good:)

but, i was confused also.

is it in a boy or girl point of veiw?

:)

 
RyanTyler replied...
Sept. 29, 2011 at 11:48 am

Thank you, and it's from a girls poin of view.

 

 
ImErica said...
Sept. 28, 2011 at 5:20 pm
 i like it!i do have the same question as calliashi though
 
RyanTyler replied...
Sept. 30, 2011 at 9:48 am

It's from a girls point of view

 

 
ImErica replied...
Sept. 30, 2011 at 2:28 pm
but it says she likes a girl
 
Calliashi said...
Sept. 28, 2011 at 9:46 am
I'm not a big fan of free verse poetry, I gotta be honest. But this one wasn't half bad! I was kind of confused (at the beginning with "bradley smith" I'm guessing it's a boy and then the girl . . . was she ga.y or something?) But this was pretty good--keep writing!
 
RyanTyler replied...
Sept. 29, 2011 at 11:49 am

Thank you. And I will:):)

 

 
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