New reply from Susan Katz
<p>Thank you so much for sharing this very intimate, emotional poem with me and for submitting it for consideration for Featured Poem of the Month, for June. You have some very lovely, very powerful images in your poem and images are what raise the bar on the the impact a poem has on those that read it. Good job, Susan</p>
https://poetladykatz.com/poetry-talk/crush-culture
Original Post by Kalps
Crush Culture
<p>the initials of your pretty name<br />are engraved in places of my body you can't see <br />they hurt sometimes, withering like weeds screaming for your touch as a tonic <br />but all I can do is starve myself to sleep. <br />i can only imagine you sleeping beside me <br />the other end of my bed space less with my shelled fantasies <br />and my dreams always involve you <br />but you wouldn't know, what and how it is to be so lonely. <br />my body aches for your touch <br />it's a validation that it was worth the wait <br />but all i get is a half smile and a stare across the hall <br />words unspoken, lie between like broken glass on the dance floor. <br />the only thoughts haunt my mind in the morning <br />do you think about me like I do about every night <br />you're not my morning dream, they say they come true <br />i wanna be yours, but you're too reluctant to even talk to. <br />maybe ill assume shooting stars are just planes across the sky <br />so that way ill have something to blame for my misery and fate <br />and I'll try convincing my stupid heart, who leaps when you're in vicinity <br />that to love is to get hurt, my feelings just a euphemism for getting hurt.</p>