I thought
That having a crush
Was supposed to make you feel
Wonderful.
Giddy, fluttery, walking-on-air;
It's supposed to make you
Happy.
But all it's done for me is
Make my blemishes
Grow
And multiply
As I stare at them
In the mirror.
Worrying, fretting,
"What will he think? "
Hating myself for caring.
Is this how it's
Supposed to be?
I'd rather just get a dog.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everyone has negatives, focus on the positives. He may be doing the very same thing! Crushes are a wonderful thing. Enjoy them while they last! Good little poem. A very real feeling.