Crush

When I was young, I had a crush.
I could smell the cologne he sprayed through the whole room.
Stronger than I could ever imagine.
Pink lips draped with chapstick. They were plump and beautiful.
I could hear that song playing in the background still.
Saying sweet nothings about love.
It was The Smashing Pumpkins.
Speaking of love.
I love that song still because it reminds me of you.
I rest my weary eyes.
Dreaming of an alternate world.
Filled with peace and love.
Love comes in colors I can't deny.
All that shows is my love.
For you.
For everything we are.
Those moments can't be relived, baby.
But those moments are how I got you to be mine.
I love you so fucking much.
Don't forget that.