Crush Poem by Stacy Stiles

I’m in love with a vision, a mirage and disguise –
his name is unspoken, for his voice speaks lies.
I adore an ideal, of what could be,
I admire his weakness to satisfy me.

I’m taken by his stature, his beauty and charm –
his dark eyes are evasive, shooting darts of harm.
I need his approval, I need his trust,
I yearn for his kisses, this man I lust.

I’m enamored in cruelty, his gaze brazenly cold –
his honor is tainted, his soul he has sold.
I want his affection, I thirst his touch,
I query direction, I request too much.

I’m charmed by his rank, his talent and stealth –
this man is a treasure, the most valuable wealth.
I ask for commitment, I demand the truth,
I state my purpose, while I still have my youth.

I’m captivated by a notion, a fairy-tale of sorts –
I’m fed up with the excuses and petty retorts.
I am worth more than this….
I’ve suffered solely in duress…
I will never be an option…..
Nor will I ever be second best.

You never deserved me…….