Crush Poem by Preston James

Every so often
I picture you and wonder
what I am doing wrong.
Each time we part ways
I think to myself
yet another chance ruined.
I want you to know
that I am interested.
But because I believe that
my faults are plain as day
I am afraid
to be vulnerable.
You would have control,
the ball in your court,
giving you the ability to break me,
the ability I swore to never give.
But maybe, just maybe,
because of you,
I can let my guard down,
and allow my feelings to flow.