I think one of the most frustrating experiences we go through as humans are crushes. They can happen at absolutely any age, so no one is safe - and they somehow make us revert back to our elementary school days - giggling whenever you think about them, butterflies whenever they come around. So without further ado, here is a piece I wrote that I think captures exactly what having a crush on someone who doesn't even know you exist feels like.

You make my insides feel as explosive as the fourth of July

And i don't know how to stop thinking of you when the easiest way for me to fall asleep is thinking of your smile, and your hands - so smooth they could be mistaken for porcelain

Man, you make me feel like I just got up from bed and my center of gravity isn't quite right yet

You make me feel like I'm on a free fall, a hundred feet in the air, like the click the ride makes before the drop

You make me feel like I am on choppy waters in the middle of the ocean

I should wear a sea sickness patch around you

Or a love sickness patch

You know in some songs when all of the instruments and voices are at their peak and they just stop for a second and then come back even more intensely

You make me feel like that moment in a song, the silence

Like I am holding my breath waiting for the fall

You make me feel like fall

Like I am the crumbling leaf and you are the cold concrete

I fall onto you and you are un reactive like the noble gases

You make me feel like i am in chemistry class and I finally know the answer to a question

If you were and element you'd be thallium - "the poisoner's poison"

Because surely everyone you come in contact with eventually stops breathing

I am drowning around you and all you do is smile, unaware of your affect on my heart and my legs - around you it feels like iIam trying to run in water

I want to be the girl you want so badly I straighten my hair

And try to act older and smarter and more clever

I want to be flirty and cutesy and casually place my hand on your shoulder or thigh and make your heart flutter, just a little

Just enough to make you feel the urge to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear

Or hold my hand

Or hold me

But instead i shy away, hide behind my frizzy curls

And hope one day to be

The girl you want.

Overall, crushes suck. But they sure do make good muses for poetry.