Welcome to the second day of #LoveBlog! Today’s prompt is Crushes. Check out the announcement post for all the prompts and rules this month. It’s not too late to link up for yesterday’s prompt, Valentine’s Day.
I know I might seem like a perky, pinktastic person who sneezes bunnies and cries glitter, but…
Actually, I am. More or less.
But as a teenager?
I was a perky, pinktastic person with a dark, secret, black soul.
No one understood me. I was all alone in my completely rational angst about the half-dozen or so boys I liked at any given point in time.
So I wrote about it. In the form of poetry. Not always good poetry.
I just dug out my box of journals from over the years. Unfortunately, my journal from middle school is at my dad’s house, but I have the journal I started at the beginning of my junior year of high school.
Here I am, baring my soul to the world. Please don’t judge my teenage self too harshly.
Unveil
How do I feel?
I don’t really know.
So many young men
Have captured my heart.
I feel a pang for many
And for three it is true
My heart skips a beat
When thinking of each
Do I like them?
Do I love them?
Is there one that who I shall covet?
So many feelings
For so many guys
I just wish my heart
Would unveil its disguise.
Yes, all punctuation, capitalization, and even the strike-through are original. Who were the guys? I could narrow it down to maybe a dozen. Seriously. I wrote this one near the beginning of junior year, based on the football poem next in my journal.
Imagine
Sometimes I watch him
When nobody’s looking
To see if he
Is looking at me
I think about him
When I’m alone
I imagine that
He’s thinking of me
I just wish I knew
If his thoughts paralleled mine
Because maybe then
I wouldn’t be alone
I have no idea who was the subject of this poem either. This one is from spring semester junior year, judging by the previous poem I wrote about an emotional chasm in the soccer team which we discussed in my French class. I’m pretty sure the guys all patched up their friendship since they later won the state championship. Guess what… I wrote a poem on that too!
My Head Spins
I think of him
The thought makes me sigh
I like him so much
But I don’t know why
When I say hello to him
He nods and he grins
He makes my heart pound
He makes my head spin
I just wish he’d notice
A girl who’s cute, funny, and smart
Because a girl like me
Should capture his heart
I wrote this poem at the beginning of senior year. AND I actually remember who was the lucky object of my (unrequited) affection. But I’m not telling!
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I am so excited to include a giveaway for this year’s #LoveBlog! It starts February 1, 2017 and runs through the end of the month. US residents only. I love my international readers, but international giveaways are more difficult to manage legally.
I will verify the winning entry myself before emailing the winner during the first week of March. If the winner doesn’t respond, I’ll start the process over again.
How many crushes did you juggle as a teenager? Did you write your own angst-ridden poetry? I’d love to hear your thoughts!
