Crush On You
About months after I met you,
I developed a strangest habit;
I couldn't stop smiling at myself;
I'd wake up in the middle of the night;
Half awake and exhausted, stumbling my way to the bathroom;
Grasping at the threads of my dream of you,
I'd smile, too, nothing elegant or dignified.
My like for you spilled over into an first time love for myself.
And its multiplying every day.