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The Crush

Every year or so, I develop a big crush on someone. It’s the untold story of an otherwise typical marriage. I can only assume that other people experience this too and just don’t talk about it. My poem, Crush, below, details the cycle of the crush.






Every year a man tiptoes on my heart.

The dreams of a twenty year old mix

with the wisdom of a seasoned man.

One year a woman with silver nails

crawled inside my head and I followed her.

She walked like silk and her smile was

as red as Washington cherries.

Taken by ring but open with mind, I

swallow images of sweaty sex in

anonymous apartments I’ve never seen.

Months turn into obsession, daily

thoughts pressed into letters and I

imagine drunk kisses in the rain, the

feeling of falling backwards off a bridge,

and crossing the one-way creek.

Before I break promise, the mood

twists like a twig in a thunderstorm,

dark enveloping my heart and the

crush drowns in the sea.


No crush can withstand the test of time, to use a popular expression. All perish eventually. This is the hope I carry with me when my heart is tested by a random friend, classmate, roommate, or shudder, my former boss. He can be 23 or 53 and I will be temporarily trapped by thoughts of wrapping my life around his. This is when my mind kicks in and says just keep walking, girlfriend.


No matter who you’re crushing on, I wish you the best in crafting your own poem to describe the experience. After all, this is what poetry is for: your deepest desires.


About missyrogers

Lifelong Michigander, early 40s, craft addict, chihuahua collector, coffee drinker, recovering human being, bipolar I, electronic music lover, bullshit caller, 5' tall, my blood is organic, and I refuse to be anything else. I will write until I die.


4 thoughts on “The Crush

  1. Love the poem! Intriguing topic. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve had a crush on anyone since I’ve been with Phil, but I probably have lingering remnants of old crushes from my youth.

    Posted by Sarah Rzewski | May 25, 2013, 1:06 am
    • Thanks! Honestly, my crushes are at their worst when I’m in a manic episode, so perhaps my brain is looking for distractions. That sounds like a second topic…lingering crushes. Yeah, one of my ex-bosses is very cute…

      Posted by missyrogers | May 25, 2013, 1:25 am
      • It’s nothing more than old-fashioned temptation. The grass always looks greener in the next yard. That’s because its over the septic field. Even so, our sin nature makes temptation look attractive. Like Bo Diddley sang, “Hang onto what ya got and don’t let it go.”

        Posted by bruce Atchison - author | May 25, 2013, 4:36 pm
  2. Again, I love this. The image of the silver-nailed woman, her “Washington cherry” smile, and “taken by ring but open with mind”, the sound of the words, the meaning, and and my favorite line: “the mood twists like a twig in a thunderstorm.”

    Posted by rpantle | May 26, 2013, 2:06 am

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