Crush(ed)

You think of him,
And you finally understand the poems,
The songs, the overbearingly sentimental novels,
Because you feel like one.
One of the most cliche,
The 'shy girl gets popular boy'.
Except it doesn't work.
Not like that.
Not in real life.

You feel sort of guilty, in a way
But you're not sure why
It's not your fault
Surely
It's his, if anyone's.
He doesn't see you, so
That means he's in the wrong.
Except it doesn't

You're going to get hurt
And it's going to be terrible, excruciating, even,
But you can't stop yourself.
He'll find someone,
He may even have someone
And you'll be hurt,
Deeply.
Horribly.
But your brain won't listen.

Don't cry, you ridiculous girl.
This is nothing to get upset about.