"Last Teenage Crush"


I may have spend my teenage hood half baked.

Who would understand a queer man in that age?

Every inch and flinch, dignity is raked.

And every feelings seems wrong on the page.

And thy heart was always crushed.

Because of a teenage crush.

Ew! It's ugly, Mom, I don't like this shirt!

My soul screamed, I don't want him to see me wearing this.

And though he gives zero fucks. I'm that hurt.

The scarcity of being hideous. I don't like me. I don't like this.

And thy heart was always crushed.

Because of a teenage crush.

I went on and on. I went hate and hate.

To myself who did nothing but liking boys.

And I whine and whine. I liked my mate.

It pains me to say. I had girl's toys.

And thy heart was always crushed.

Because of a teenage crush.

And I'm grown, and broad, and tall.

I now have spikes on my cheeks.

I had cared enough on who to like, who to fall.

And this one's scent in my nose reeked.

And though my heart was always crushed.

I still can't have him as a teenage crush.

Stupid question. What do you want from me?

I'm 19. I'm amazing but I use "slay" in an unmanly tone.

I'm 19. Are you sure you want me?

I'm shrouded with pinks. Full of lone.

And my hands were took, not for granted.

With the eyes so soft, not haunted.

And though my heart was always crushed.

Can I still have a teenage crush?

And I can't believe I'm young.

And I can't believe that I can have this.

And though my heart was always crushed.

I'm 19. And I may have found my last teenage crush.