My name is Danielle, and yes I’m a crush-aholic.
It wasn’t “like” at first sight, naw brah, you not even my type.
I can’t even remember when it happened but now
I lose track of how many times you cross my mind daily.
Yeah you caught my eye.
Butterflies? No, not when you come around.
Pterodactyls is what I have flying around in my stomach
My best rags are pulled to the front of the closet
on the days I know I’m gonna see you
I blush when I hear your name
Thank goodness I’m black
The reddish tint of my full cheeks that’s not visible to the untrained eye.
But I know you know, trust me you know.
I giggle like a school girl on the inside,
but as much as I fight it
the smile still lingers on the outside
A regular chatty Kathy I am,
But when you come around
I’m quieter than two church mice on the third day of a Baptist revival, Hallelujah!
I hold my breath when your around
so you don’t hear the irregular nervousness in my breathing
I could almost swear
the beat, beat, skip, beat, beat, skip skip, beat of my heart
can be heard by the necked ear
I giggle like a school girl on the inside,
but the smile still lingers on the outside at the mention of your name.
I think of any reason in the world to start up a conversation
or even ask you a question.
“I know I’m diabetic, but ummmm … can I borrow a cup of sugar?”
I notice something new about you at every time I see you
God fearing: check
Smart: check
Soft hands: check
Polite, nice: check
smooth walk
Swag: check
Man those shoes are killing em: check
You even smell good: check
Man I’ve tried every trick in the book.
I’ve batted my eyes
wore my good perfume
hell, I even tried cooking for you
and my mama said the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach
damn that didn’t even work.
But it’s only a crush, right?
An innocent, school-girl crush, right?
Come on, you know
Remember the fourth grade
You just knew you had found the love of your life
Writing love letters and whatnot …
“Do you like me? Yes or no.”
And what do they always do?
Write in their own choice and circle “maybe” and pass it back.
I even have a little nick name for you,
Since I’m grown me and my friends call it
“boos” or “what boo are you,”
see I got my “fighter boo”
My “discount boo”
My “heeeyyyyy boo”
My “awww he’s so sweet boo”
My “Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles boo”
My “Rent-a-boo”
I even got that “one day he’s gonna build me a palace boo”
wait wait “with elephants boo”
But you, you’re different.
I’m not going to lie,
Sometimes I think of what it would be like what it would be like to be your girl.
Hand holding
Sharing inside jokes that only me and you would understand
Movie nights in
I’m not trying to get matching outfits or anything
that’s so 1992
unless of course you want to.
And all the while you continue on with your life
Day by day
Hour by hour
Minute by minute
I watch you not watching me
And there you sit
Holding these same feelings and thoughts, but not me, another that catches his eye
And here I stand
I know that if it hasn’t happened by now it probably
This is my guilty pleasure
I’m gonna keep it
It’s my crush and it belongs to me
So until the next one comes around
My name is Danielle, and I’m a crush-aholic.
