crush

it feels like a subtle exhilaration

a private anticipation

a smile begging to be let go

your mind racing towards imagination

analyzing interactions in exaggeration

memories of them your new favorite show

it’s as if nothing suddenly has explanation

you’re overcome with teenage determination

the butterflies inside beginning to grow

you can’t help but make an estimation

that surely there’s reciprocation

in this secret only you know

©2025 Hannah Quense